LOS MO$TRØS (part. Yeeco Brxn)

Until my avocado, listening to my music, I'm catching them
And with nothing, being, envying, but the shit is coming
I'm gonna throw a party and they don't know when
(I'm high, smoking from the stash, I know you ain't tough)
(You got caught, all the tricks, they say they like my hustle)
(You know you're a punk for the tough guy and he attacks you
In my hood making cash and we dance to your beat)
(I don't hold back, I mess with you all, we’re active)
(Seven dudes rolled up and we got positive)
(This is for the outlaws, we’ll buy you a loud dog if you’re a snitch

(Ah, ah, ah, you’re scared, get yourself a dog, ah, the monsters, from World Mafia)
(The little devils, say it, like the damned with two clips I pull it out and it’s all good)
(Don't ask who we are, the monsters from Agustino, we don’t think and we just give it)
(Laying low, more than good, living like crazy, here we are, in beast mode)
(We’re laughing our asses off and we’re shitting on your mom)
(Don't disrespect me, I’m a real motherfucker)
(These demons are insane, with the Chucky and the criminals)
(My hands don’t shake if I’m gonna have you face to face)
(We don’t take everyone, we extort Chente)
(Ah, ah, ah, ah, what I’m saying, the monsters)

We aim for the can, let’s roll in the ride
Now through the house, on a mission, smoking that good stuff
I pull out a box of beers and the party’s on fire
What are you gonna know, if you’re stuck in your house
(Hey, stop or in Agustino, here’s the crib of bandits)
(We’ll adjust you to my crew, finish the round clean)
(You get me, my nephew, like, but I’m chill, but if you cross me I’ll leave you bleeding)

(At your place we’ll set up a funeral, don’t bring my madness down)
(Damn don’t make me lose my cool, I’m enjoying, laying low, crazy, you can’t see us)
(We’re all making money and you’re just whining about the rent)
(We’re ready for the game, I’m coming out blessed)
(Your family is crying in the dirt in sad acts)
(Don’t stand next to me, you know you messed up)
(Companies from the Guchas look all washed out)
(On my forehead the M, my demons are loaded)
(Ah, ah, you heard, the monsters)
(The monster of the industry, fuck you, Leytor)
(Tell me Yecco)
(Tell me Vigo)
(Ah, the monsters from Agustino, I’m packing heat, fuck you)