Tinty Nasty (feat. Dillom)

(Omar, something is wrong)

We go out in a caravan, to take down the road
The boys' guns are carried in the wallet
The flow and the Cuban and the blunts in the glove compartment
The real deal

Traveling at 2-80, I'm Di Palma in the race
Nobody brings me down and I took advantage of a few
I have your girl on top and she's getting better every time
And my buddies right there, from a Hilux, they take her down

Smoking a little joint through the hallways
With the boys adding up until we're millionaires
Don't think we're at a hundred percent
Encapsulated, I'm high, I crowned

Here we give value to those who are worth it, baby
Isn't it worth it? Sound breaking the parties
The full moon is shining and the guys are wild
We have the best chicks and the richest weed

In a BMW, we escape, 4:20 AM
Stunts on one wheel with the KTM
Dodging the controls, no one can stop us
With the vests on so they don't burn us
(With the vests on so they don't burn us)

To the girls I give, I tell them not to be jealous of me
Let them get used to me, so they don't rebel against me
If her boyfriend bothers, I scare him so he doesn't fly
And I take her far away, to throw my DNA at her

If they want to drop the kilos
I quickly move the cartels
We're expensive, we're active
We're raising levels

I play the blues, like B.B. King
Hey, brother, it seems to me that's not the way (not the way)
With all that nonsense, I'm not interested (fuck)
No, oh (hey)

For that ass, I need a truck (uh)
Bitch, let's go to the dance and shine the shoes (ah)
Dillom is clean, I don't smoke cigarettes (nah, nah)
If you missed it, we'll replay it later (replay it)

And if it feels right, I'll go to the dance with jewelry
If we cross paths, it's gonna be bad
And I brought the knife, in case I need to make a jug
Don't bring me the bottle, better bring the box
And if she's with someone, honestly, I'm not interested

Pasta with the boys, we're really old
They pass by and I look at them, like, what's up, fool?
Bitch, they pray to me, I'm Gauchito Gil
I fly in the air and come down with Rivotril

Don't rush me, please, take it easy (easy)
We have tools, like in the Easy
Easy peasy, lemon squeezy (what?)
From city to city, AC/DC (hey)

I do the geekin', nasty, nasty
My shorty so sassy, sassy, sassy
Shit gets dark sider (what?)
We make it rain at the dance

I'm in the rin-tin-tin, pasti, pasti (hey)
Mixing with tintín, calm, baby (oh)
For the neck, the bling-bling, easy, nazi (uh)
I'm with my crew, putting together an easy, eh

Hey
Send cumbia 4:20 for the black ones (oh)
L-Gante, what's up (L-Gante, what's up)
Dillom
Omar
DT.Bilardo
Maxi El Brother, hey
One Blood Music
MUEVA Records (Kriterio Music, hey)
(Bilardo is on the beat, oh)