CHEERS (part. Totoy El Frio)

Fharid-Fharid
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Baby, I told you, cheers
(Yeah, baby, I told you)
Woah

We ain't chillin' anymore, I'm stacking that dough
My brothers dead and locked up, rollin' with Smith and Wesson
Codeine and Sprite, in the cup getting it on
I don't trust nobody, they move slow, Frío

This ain't lean, this is top shelf, we gonna empty it all
Let 'em ask what happened, we went too far with the drugs
They got served because I’m tough as hell
Blue bills, Blue cheese
Long live the drugs and the mafia, cheers

Long live the dealers and the preps, bitch
If they come at me wrong, I’ll flip the switch
Delivery don’t stop, Uber Eats
I’m tired of breaking these bitches
Now I’m breaking your girl and sending her in a Lyft
Loaded up, I’m turning up the lift
(Yeah)

I’ll turn your boyfriend into Will Smith, Totoy drives high speed
I’ll hit it in the backseat, get out and give me the keys
On the road, she’s giving me head

All the parties sold out, my soldiers take the Goldig
Blonde bitch, cocaine makes her social like a crazy dude from B
Thug studying to be a lawyer, always showing up drunk in court
Mateo and Kenny are locked up, how do you want me to act?

Call me brother, you all are sisters
See, listen or we’ll end it, a shark doesn’t swim with a dolphin
Your bitches talk to the SIJIN, that bling bling
It’s pure GoldFi, I’m with your girl giving it to her

I’m always with drugs like a first aid kit
And with a bunch of toys and I don’t even have a kit
You all are mixed up like a mix
[?] my bullets, for the babies kiss
As soon as we arrive, you feel the vibe

They turn vegan, don’t want beef
Shout out to the streets and the madness
For those who can’t handle it, they sell it pure
For the brothers in the USA cooling down the heat
(Yeah, yeah)
The whores and the narcoculture

Your girl hasn’t been in Tura, hasn’t tried a black guy
Hasn’t tried the Viche, we broke her in, that bitch
The whole Grupo Niche hit it
Now I’m counting cash, that’s my only fetish

You had 2Pac on a poster
My idol died from switches, nigga, we different
I feel like my brother ain’t dead, he’s in a coma
Or I’m tripping on the high

A movie that my crew detonates, I don’t know when the shots will end
I’m thirsty and nobody tells me to drink, I made them believe in San Tomás
With an iPhone and two hot girls and a jar with twelve clones

Don’t think about it, shoot, shoot
One for the chest and another for the face, the face, the face, the face
These bitches cost a lot

But the hustle protects me, protects me, protects me
I never stop, I’m the plug, crazy if they come with weird shit
They won’t make it, they won’t make it
We’ll mess up their face, the face, the face, the face

Don’t call me bro, you’re a bunch of dirty rats
I taught you the business, you betrayed me for vice
They’re getting hit, you see? For being greedy
The employees know when the bosses arrive at the building