Toca Toca (feat. Victor Mendivil y Ganggy)

Hey, buddy Victor
It's a two-for-two, old man
But it's your friend's girl
Oh well, when it’s time, it’s time

Touch touch, touch touch
She goes wild
Touch touch, touch touch
In bed, she blows my mind
Touch touch, touch touch
She asks for it in my mouth
Touch touch, touch touch
I put it in the truck

Amiri style, shady vibes, Ukrainians by my side
Heading to San Carlos for a yacht ride
Got a frozen doll, rocking a chocolate Rolex
Original, I pull it to get her more hyped
(Batter, batter, batter)

Your buddy's getting picked up in an Uber
I’ll take you private straight to Vancouver
The stuff is potent, the euphoria hits hard
I keep traveling, never coming down from the cloud
(Cloud, cloud, cloud)

And if you don’t want to, no
I’ll pass, just send me your location
Cherokee SRT, I’m speeding in Sport mode
Straight to Vegas, locked up in a resort
(Resort, resort, resort)

And if you don’t want to, no
Color powder that’s already hit your system
The molly in the bottles seems to have popped
She takes me to her CF, my fire got her lit
(Lit, lit, lit)

Touch touch, touch touch
(The molly blows her mind)
Touch touch, touch touch
(They get really wild)
Touch touch, touch touch
(She detonates)
Touch touch, touch touch

Pretty and bad like Kurumi
She gives me kisses while passing me the molly
She gets excited if I ditch the cops
And I eat everything you see her do on OnlyFans

Trakas, the girls gathered
You’re so flirty, you’re so crazy
Stacks, the ones that roll with me
We toast with champagne, blessed be the hustle

With eyes all slanted
Wearing Moschino
A hot girl in my bed just came
Packing short ones with Al Pacino flow
Good stuff, make sure it’s the finest

I put her on all fours
And take off her pants
That little babe is
Asking for a bottle
Acapella, she asks me
To go in without a condom
I’m all over her tits
The lines of the good stuff

We swap the model for Don Perignon
Electro house and a corrido
The party’s packed with models
With a blonde, we’re locked in

We swap the model for Don Perignon
Electro house and a corrido
The party’s packed with models
With a blonde, we’re locked in

Touch touch, touch touch, touch touch, touch touch
Touch touch, touch touch, touch touch, touch touch
Touch touch, touch touch, touch touch, touch touch
That’s how it was, buddy Victor
Hey, didn’t I come or what’s up?
Honestly, my dad.