[Letra de "Diablo"]

[Intro]
Yeah; you was good, sk—
Keloke
Look, yo, that's that

[Verso 1]
Rap diablo, el niño sucio guapo
Spitting like I'm Rambo and moving like el Chapo
We still in Spain, so we really drink gazpacho
Cause everybody is talking but nobody knows where I'm from
Family from Toronto, shout out Tory and Umbrella
We always keep it chilly, mami, mueve tus caderas
Rolling with my homies, smoking maria, drinking forties
Sipping codeine, we on party until the morning
Working on the day light, moving on the midnight
See me going damn high, see me winning this fight
Mamma in the kitchen cleaning dishes, cooking meat
I swear to god, mom, Imma get rich; Imma buy you a new crib
Niño, ¿qué tu quieres? Billetes de cienes
La mama en la cocina, los platos, las sartenes
"Fuego" gritó el niño, el bloque esta que arde
Somos bandoleros, puta, como el Abayarde
Diez en cada pierna, y veinte en sus caderas
Se movió conmigo y ahora ella es bandolera
Rolling with the smokers, got my twist like rollercoasters
Catch me doing donuts, got contacts in every postes
[Verso 2]
Oye pollo, basta ya de tonterías
Si quieres criticar hazlo a la cara y de día
No me mande a sus amigos atacando por el Facebook
A pussy is a pussy and you hate me cuz' you hate you
So now ask you, you really wanna test me bro?
Cause I got homies and they really wanna set you off
It's not my problem that your girl just wanna sex me bro
And now your homie pussies all are gonna let you alone
Burst fire, and I'm done
Lets go eat McDonalds like I'm eating all this MC’s flows
I got bananas, I ain’t talking but no panties hoes
I know you thirsty bitch, I notice when you wanna fuck

[Puente]
Yeah, keloke
Por eso me llaman diablo
That's why they call me diablo in this bitch (Diablo ya)
Yo, ey

[Verso 3]
So baked on the street; bitch, I'm doing neat
Trynna don’t get into troubles
Bro, you know that I'm a G
But mama love the kids so I got to keep her alive
Cause she’s everything I got, If I die she gonna be ill
Se que es lo que pasa
Me criticais un dia, pero saco un tema y vais corriendo detrás mía
El rubio se enfado, su chica a mi me prefería
Primero era un apoyo y ahora dice tonterías
So you know that we turn up, on Spain we run up
All this bitches on us, pop the pussy go hard
Try to copy my style; call me young designer
All I rock is self-made, how you can compare that?
Oh shit I'm off this, lyrically on top speed
Bambi like a Bambi, rocking with no gold rings
Bitch I got the poison, this got you on slow mo
We say "fuck the po-pos", drinking and we loco
Suelto chispa fuego, me pulo to'l juego
Lo que tu hace' hoy yo me lo hice hace un huevo
Crudo como el ruedo, rudo como un sueco
No vayas de narco si no puedes mantenerlo, hoe
[Outro]
Fuck, haha
Dale candela