TORONTO (part. KG970)

TORONTO (feat. KG970)

I get into his block, playful act
I want to send him to the doctor
Hot like tequila and Mexico
Moving that shank in front of the public

Boy, it ends up critical
Thinking about cash, not making a fool of myself
Tiny problems and everything they did for me was null
The street and its chapters

And we continue with the same tactics
And they claim to be bad guys and it turns out it was all catfish
Any oppboy, I put him on the blacklist
Here you get screwed for free
Remember we're like a bag of takis takis
They're giving him taquis to run

He doesn't want to end up between four walls
But right now I have no choice
It's as if I had an addiction to money
I'd rather be dead than broke

I've spent all night in the traphouse
Mixing baking soda with coke
They spend two months joseando
And they spend it all on women and clothes (fuck)

We fall and you don't know who it is
All the windows are tinted
All the windows are tinted
And on top of that, all in black and hooded

All in black and hooded
You don't know how creepy it is when I enter the courtroom (fuck)
And the disgust I have for the judges
Because almost all my black cousins are locked up

Órale, we've crowned my payo and my kale
Sovale if you see he's not following instructions
They claim to be street, lacking balls
End up badly injured for being insolent

With him, there are more than enough reasons
If you see him, bite him by the heels
Like a president giving a speech
I have the river following its course

I follow him and almost stop his pulse
For trying to be a gangster, he'll get a scare
Body thrown surrounded by flies
A couple of Maghrebis with their frusco

Round hole like donuts
Be careful, your trunk might fall
Be careful if I see you suddenly
Now everyone is a gangster

More than one thinks, cousin, that this is Toronto
They should call Epi and stop fooling around
They should call Epi and stop fooling around
I don't lie when I jump on the beat

Black, I don't lie when I get on the base
Hooded and with my face covered
I get into his block, playful act
Violence is nothing new to me
Since I was a troublesome young (no)

That they throw me to seem bad
It's becoming something typical (fuck)
And I never went to school but in the kitchen, I'm a scientist
I get into his block, playful act
Hot like tequila and Mexico
Moving that shank in front of the public

Be careful if I see you suddenly
Now everyone is a gangster
More than one thinks, cousin, that this is Toronto