Garcia Calderon (part. Novalt)

'I'm way too heated, man
Here in La Perla, people know me, bro
All over Callao, they know me, man
I ain't just some random dude, man
Ah, damn it
The Glock's like four grand eight
I spit at 'em with the .38
Damn it, ah!

The Glock's like four grand eight
If it jams, I spit at 'em with the .38
I lay low, don’t go out for two months, gunshot
Sporade in the cup, I’ll ruin their lives if I connect
With both hands, you little shit, I’m gonna put you down

Pass the recipe, Gastón, I move slick
With three gloves if you pass by García, with the law on the tire
So you crash like a cop
I’m feeling it, you know, the devil’s damn curse, I’m heated
Send an Uber, I’ll call it right now, those rats are like cockroaches
Your buddy with legs, they opened your boy up, what a mess
It’s all rough, after work
That red cane, for real, I’m gonna spit in the park

I’m gonna take them out myself, man, all these kids
Who think they’re running things, what the hell are they running?
They’re carrying my skewers, I’m crazy if someone disrespects me, those damn fools
To go and rack them and put more lead to start killing rappers
Damn it

The Glock's like four grand eight
If it jams, I spit at 'em with the .38
I lay low, don’t go out for two months, gunshot
Sporade in the cup, I’ll ruin their lives if I connect
With both hands, you little shit, I’m gonna put you down

26is, the damn curse
The devil’s mother
I’m from the devil’s port
Talk to them, Novalt, that little shit
I know, man, and I’m gonna set it straight, man
And I’m gonna set it straight because honestly, I don’t give a damn that these kids are talking trash, man.