G.A.T.O

I'm always wild and you're acting crazy, smoking that green
I roll up with my crew, we shut it down like a dream (shh)
They throw shade at us, but when I was down, they didn’t lend a hand
Here we’re tight, I don’t roll with Judas

You’re such a loser
I don’t mess with fools, I’ve been lit for a while
We roll out in a Bora, sipping on some drinks (eh)
I’ll pop the cap, pass me the can, let’s crack it open
Loser, eh

I slide into the VIP, face like a .38, popping some bottles
You’re all just kids, we’re taking all the goodies
Shut your mouth, capisce?
Italian style, with all my brothers, we’re always chilling
Dressed to the nines and bling-bling, a lot of Philip Morris
I’m sorry, I never ran from the cops (nah)
I’m always chasing that money (yeah)
From the westside like Gordo Sonny
A couple of rocks, a couple of Mili Pili (mili)
Sometimes I invest a few milli (mili)
Here we sing the real deal (eh)
You’ve never done a wheelie (nah, nah, nah, eh)
I roll with the wild ones, all hyped up in a ride, we don’t even pay tolls, eh
Elegance in crime so those rich kids hate me when I wear a suit, ah (bling-bling)
A lot of them act tough but live with their tails tucked because they don’t have the guts, ah
We don’t give a damn, here we keep it real with the street life, eh (prr, prr)

And you’re such a loser
She says I’m a big shot
You’re such a loser
She says I’m a big deal
And you’re such a loser

Drinking milk straight from the plate
And you’re such a loser, loser

The girls asking for tracks are calling even on the walkie-talkie
You’re more of a nerd than Coqui, I’m already high on another hit
The thugs are all good like Chucky, the fools better watch out
If they know we’re breaking it down, you’re all acting like Krusty, eh, ah
The good stick with the good, I don’t roll with the fakes, here everyone respects us
Baroja’s got the shotgun and holds in the smoke from the dry stuff
All my homies are living that Jeepeta life, turning life into lyrics
If I want some tussi, I’ve got it for sale
We do it straight up, no messing around
The girl shakes her hips to the beat of the meter, ta-ra-ta-ta
We break down the house, let no one know, pla-pla
We’re full of problems even though we live it up (ey, live it up, live it up)
I start the tour in the hood and end up in the apartment, eh

You’re such a loser
I don’t mess with fools, I’ve been lit for a while
We roll out in a Bora, sipping on some drinks (eh)
I’ll pop the cap, pass me the can, let’s crack it open
Loser, eh

From the hood to the hood
Cumbia 420, L-Gante Keloke
Maxi El Brother
One Blood Music
No bullshit
Omar Varela, for real
L (you know)
L (talking La Mafilia)
Eh, L
L-Gante Keloke
L, eh
With style and elegance