Halloween (feat. Dillom)

Table
(Uh, Dillom)
Yes, brrt (ey)
(Marlku, give me the lu')
(Uh)

Pack of blue hundreds, like Powerade (The hunnids)
If your uncle comes, we'll run away (runaway)
I arrive, they greet me with a Tanqueray
We knock on your door, like on Halloween

The city is mine, like in SimCity
I don't mess with money, yeah, I don't fuck with it
Sushi without kanikama, please (please, please)
Don't eat in my bed, no, no, no

Your girl shoots me like a max tape
We're going to the afterparty and I take a pass from her ass
The night is in diapers, damn, and I brought the Pampers
I'm always on the rise, I'm like a racer, ah

The bad fame, like Hernán's (trash)
We're with the painted ones smoking a Pakistani
I leave them without eating, damn, like in Ramadan
The thriller guys arrived, ram-pam-pam-pam-pam

Cesar Milan arrived, I give classes to these dogs
I'm in Vilardebó, in the country or in the case' (yeah)
I'm with three mutants who don't know what they're doing (the black ones)
I guide you without the guase, Riquelme with the pass (brrr, Riquelme)

My gang is like the Avengers riding in a Ranger
Stinging like dengue with singer-like ranges
They call me the pirate, I have my crew (and we're active)
For the dirtiest mommy: An elephant trap

Dillom and Mesa Trap smoke crystal or Vice City
With the note in the sky, we're ugly and pretty
Mixing Faisan with the marble, half and half
I stop the turned ones with many men, like 50
(Many-Many-Many men)

We kill all the shots in the hoop, like a Laker
We break all those hoes, we give them an oil change
I had my first hundred in my hand at twenty
And if there's no two millie' at thirty, I'll blow my head, brr

Pack of blue hundreds, like Powerade (po-Powerade)
If your uncle comes, we'll run away (runaway)
I arrive, they greet me with a Tanqueray
We knock on your door, like on Halloween

Blue hundreds, like Powerade (yeah, from the green ones)
If your uncle comes, we'll run away (money, see you, ha)
I arrive, they greet me with a Tanqueray
We knock on your door, like on Halloween

Hey
Eh, Mesa, friend (eh?)
Pass me the wallet (ah, what's up, friend?)
I have the glasses there (Uh-huh, are we active?)
Rra

We're active, we're outside
Flying on the highway (Mesa Trap, grrt, pow)
For the dogs I have bones
Huh, and straight to the pound
Dillom