TORETTO (part. Rei y El Bugg)

Baby, oh; baby, oh; baby, oh, yeah
I’m ready to work, ready to grind
Leftover dirt
I don’t believe in society, I don’t believe in society
Yeah, ah

Hey, Selecta, the beat you dropped is perfect
I was coming in hot in the truck
I parked it around the corner, got out and smoked a blunt
So now hold on tight, we’re gonna ride until dawn

I’m not Toretto, but move aside, I’m shifting into fifth
I got the spark, I don’t wait in line, I just roll in
No parking needed, a couple of rides with loud pipes
How can you expect my verses not to be slick if they were born on the streets?

We’re solid as wood, if you want, I’ll give you sawdust
I’m thinking about making history, you’re thinking about making a reel
Life doesn’t wait for anyone, it’s rough and it’s streetwise
I’m moving fast out there, when I pass by, it’s bam, ah

All the kids are doing tricks, and I’m not talking about video games
On the streets, they’re making moves, spending it all at the mall
I got street codes, connection like a walkie-talkie
Recycled with J, we look like two Cherokees (yeah)

I’m going from Buenos Aires EZE to Madrid with Zeta
From my castle, I see the whole damn plateau
Pure drugs for horses, but this ain’t no fake shit (no)
For years they’ve been wanting the recipe

We were rolling roulette, from Vallecas to the Peseta
Chillin’ in the hood, all day smoking that good stuff
With a couple of lights and pots in the back of the truck
The kids made money and cheese that wasn’t feta

Red and black like a roulette, she wants me to give her a popsicle
My girl doesn’t care if I’m on a diet
I’m rocking pigtails and messing with Victoria, thinking I’m Beckham
I didn’t grow up in the ghetto, but I know where the sins are

I’ll be your prophet and Selecta my David Guetta
I know who pulls the strings and who’s the puppet
I know when one of my tracks is a club banger (yeah)
I’m with the rats, but not with the skunks
All masked up like a secret society

You switched sides and jackets, you’re a flip-flopper
It’s obvious, they don’t respect you
I got the grease, but I’m not talking about bacon (no)
The virgin cries and I sing her a ballad
Balls and sticks, I think I’m a goalie
4x4 on the back of my shirt (word)

Baby, oh (hahaha), baby, oh-oh-oh, yeah
And I’m ready to work, ready to grind
I wipe off the dirt with expensive rags
I don’t believe in society, I teamed up with a couple of hustlers
And of all the things that poison, I swear I got poisoned

Move that ass, damn girl, move that ass, move that ass
Move that ass, damn girl, wipe my face with expensive rags
Move that ass, you can’t escape the trap (no)
A damn bitch—, with Viki doing—

Mainstream to crack (wait), mainstream to crack (wait)
Mainstream the crack, babe, I’m breaking your trap-trap (brr)
Baby, oh-oh-oh, I handled all that business
Baby, I already got that delivery
Free Canijo, he was robbing all the stores
We’re with the private girls, coming out of Gotham City

It’s all experiences that we live
We’re partying with the tri, in the garden with the gypsies
We’re partying with a brick, in Vigo with Roni
LM Like Amiri, experiences that we live
LM Like Amiri, experiences that we live (hahaha)

Move that ass, damn girl, move that ass, move that ass
Move that ass, damn girl, move that ass, move that ass
Uff, uh-uh, yeah
Hit your cut, damn
El Bugg (yeah)
Ah, Recycled, brr