LOS MO$TRØS (part. Yeeco Brxn)

Up to my avocado, listening to my music, I’m catching them
And with nothing, just being, while they’re 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 don’t kill)
(You’re caught, all the tricks, they say they like my rat)
(You know you’re a punk for the tough guy and he’ll attack you
In my hood making cash and we dance to your rhythm)
(I don’t tune up, I’m just vibing, 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 fine, 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 in front)
(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 go in the ride
Now through the house, on a mission, smoking that good stuff
I pull out a big one that beats in the rhythm
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 push me I’ll leave you bleeding for zero)

(In your joint we’ll put a funeral, don’t bring down my madness)
(Don’t make me lose my cool, I’m enjoying, laying low, crazy, you don’t see us)
(We’re all making cash and you’re just chilling on the side)
(We’re ready for the game, I’m coming out blessed)
(Your family is crying on the ground in suffering)
(Don’t stand next to me, you know you’ve messed up)
(Guchas’ businesses look all washed out)
(On the forehead the M, my demons are loaded)
(Ah, ah, did you hear, 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)