SALGO PA LA CALLE (feat. DUKI)

Duko
Valen, you know

I go out to the street with a flow that's tough and shoots
Like Glock bullets
I don't believe any of the stories they tell
I know those things they didn't live

The plug reaches me because I have the connection
They bring it to my door in a truck
At home, the kilos go down, I have a thousand scents
It seems like a coffee shop

I smoke on papers or blunts
Also in vaporizer mode
I stick out my tongue like the Rolling Stones
Serpent like Young Thug, ah

Rodeo like Travis Scott, mmm, ah
Like A$AP Mob with my hella hoes, mmm, ah
I smoke too much, but I never cough
I put medicine in the double cup

Yeah, yeah
Lowering the smoke cloud
Eh, yeah
Killing them one by one

Eh, yeah
The most real and pure
Eh, yeah
I swear on my life

So insecure that they feel less than me, ah
Duko is in the future, he's already ahead

He goes all over the city, crazy, as he wants, with picket and flow
Zeros and women, chains and shows
He has a thousand powers and teeth full of gold
I doubt they'll stop him, nobody can, all of you can't

Table

We crown in the street and now we have a company
I'm moving the papers, I think I'm royalty
The metals for the skinny ones and I'm not talking about a scale

Your boyfriend asks me for bullets
If there's blood, shoot
But don't take it out to show
The night gets macabre
And if I leave one day it's because God gave me wings

A-A 200 calibrating without brakes
I'm on Earth because hell is full
More bitches, more money, more drugs, more poison
Learning what's good since I was little

I poke the first one because I know how to accelerate it
I live fast but it's to enjoy it
I liked the bad girl face to snatch it
Table and Duko give the bitches a hard time

An-An-Ando RM and I'm not Ruben Morín
We have the short one hidden in the garden
Snoring like Mayweather but not getting in the ring
I was taking recti' while you were taking lean

Wow, it's full—, it's full of clowns Plim Plim
Hanging out in the neighborhood with the blacks, dream team
Whether I speed up or not, I'll die anyway
And if they catch me rulay, I don't like to argue

I go out to the street with a flow that's tough and shoots
Like Glock bullets
I don't believe any of the stories they tell
I know those things they didn't live

The plug reaches me because I have the connection
They bring it to my door in a truck
At home, the kilos go down, I have a thousand scents
It seems like a coffee shop