Hello Cotto

Gang, damn, shkere, uoh!
Money, money damn, damn
Bullet, bullet, prra, prra!

I’m drowning in the mess 'cause my heart's been broken for a while
But hey, what can I say, I’ve got this habit that drives me wild
We’re at the flower shop and I’ve got a Mary that’s a lotus flower
Watch out, it hits like Cotto
Watch out, it hits like Cotto

I’ve got empty hands
If there’s a piggy bank, tell me where so I can blow it up
Fuck the police, the CIA’s on my tail
If you’re listening: Hello moto
Wants some medicine, they’re looking for laughter
Tell me how much, I’ll write it down
Watch out, it hits like Cotto
Watch out, it hits like Cotto

My music hits like Cotto
We’re powerful like Molly
I’m feeling possessed, floating
Like I’m sipping on the rose
Your gangsters are on remote control
They talk a lot but do little
To me, they’re not much
If they throw shade, I don’t even notice

Always ready for a photo
Never really know what’s going on
I’m laid back, feeling heavy
The madness just won’t fade
The anxiety stresses me out
So from now on, I’m staying home
I’m going GTA like a pilot
Watch out, it hits like Cotto

I’m from the kids in the back, the ones addicted to chaos
Better not mess with my crew
'Cause they’re all crazy and I won’t oppose
Don’t mention me, I won’t mention you
With my boys on my shoulders
They’re out the door, I’m not extra
From broke to rich like Rondó

They know me as the monster
My flow doesn’t match my face
Am I Jesus or an apostle?
Am I from the Bronx or from Boston?
The little seed isn’t rice, boy
You light it up, that’s popcorn
Golden bows, pure porn
I’m not high, I’m in the oven

And what they say about me doesn’t matter at all (nothing)
And what they say about me has me unfazed, ao ah, ah ah ao

I’m drowning in the mess 'cause my heart's been broken for a while
But hey, what can I say, I’ve got this habit that drives me wild
We’re at the flower shop and I’ve got a Mary that’s a lotus flower
Watch out, it hits like Cotto (Cotto)
Watch out, it hits like Cotto (Cotto)

I’ve got empty hands
If there’s a piggy bank, tell me where so I can blow it up
Fuck the police, the CIA’s on my tail
If you’re listening: Hello motto
Wants some medicine, Larry’s looking for it
Tell me how much, I’ll write it down
Watch out, it hits like Cotto
Watch out, it hits like Cotto

Call the scene, I’ll bill it
Whoever’s got the most is the one who’s winning
Why criticize? Better grow up
Mind on winning like Yaya Touré
There’s no one who’s bad that can’t be cured
I wanted to change, but I couldn’t
They’re worried about my auto-tune
And I’m worried about the pain of so many Mondays

Mom just asks that I don’t smoke
It’s pointless to swear in vain
To do things I couldn’t do before
Duki shoots even if Mauro doubts

I’m the kid, the year, the curly-haired dude
I’ve got the double barrel, polarized flow
What’s up with your crew? Do they have a lawyer?
Call Burlando, I’m just messing around
I popped bottles with the first payment
On the second, kicks, on the third, grams
With the fourth, the kilo, come see what we’re talking about
With a little style, we achieve it all here

I’ve got them outside with the dog tied up
Waiting for me to shut up so they can take a bite
And it’s not that I don’t hear it for being spoiled
It’s just that everyone lies here and I’m distrustful
Let the bug suck me, I’m feeling shady
The crew is Venezuela, they’re on my side
With paid studies and I’m not on a scholarship
I don’t carry a cross, but I live crossed (prra, prra!)

I’m drowning in the mess 'cause my heart's been broken for a while
But hey, what can I say, I’ve got this habit that drives me wild
We’re at the flower shop and I’ve got a Mary that’s a lotus flower
Watch out, it hits like Cotto
Watch out, it hits like Cotto

I’ve got empty hands
If there’s a piggy bank, tell me where so I can blow it up
Fuck the police, the CIA’s on my tail
If you’re listening: Hello moto
Wants some medicine, Larry’s looking for it
Tell me how much, I’ll write it down
Watch out, it hits like Cotto
Watch out, it hits like Cotto