sustancia Lyrics – Slayter & Almighty

Slayter and Almighty are spiking the holiday punch with “sustancia,” their filthy-mouthed collab off Slayter’s rowdy modo gremlin—dropped December 18 via SONAR—and it’s the kind of track that turns a quick text into an all-night blur of bad decisions and bass throbs.

This cut, track seven on the eight-song sprint, is pure Puerto Rican trap sorcery: skittering hi-hats and woozy 808s from producers NeNe, Almighty Nate, and Whippit Up Sensei that slink like a late-night creep, propping up Almighty’s gravelly hooks and Slayter’s slick verses. It’s urban Latin at its most unhinged—reggaeton rhythms twisted with trap menace, explicit as a leaked DM, where sex is the ultimate high (“Adicta como sustancia”).

Thematically, it’s a hedonist’s prayer: chasing that obligatory rush, blending bedroom acrobatics with street paranoia (rifles swapped for rides, fuletazos for fake faces), all laced with scamming flexes and Punta Cana escapes. No sugarcoating the grind—lines like “El que juega romance, juega pa’ perder” nod to the war between desire and distrust, mixed by Dime Ecua into a two-minute fever that begs for replay. Teased on Slayter’s Insta a week before launch, it blew up quick, with fans stitching the chorus to their wildest night-out clips on TikTok.

Modo gremlin? It’s Slayter’s gremlin-mode manifesto—a 22-minute riot of eight bangers clocking that chaotic energy, from the pill-pop haze of “percocet” to the bullet-rain bravado of “balas llueven” and the sultry snarl of “ese cul* es drog*.” No grand concept, just raw Puerto Rico pulse: hedonism as armor, gremlins unleashed on the block with features pulling in Almighty for that sibling-spit fire. Distributed by The Orchard, it’s his leanest project yet, ditching filler for hooks that hit like a .40 to the ego—perfect for bumping while dodging the family awkwardness this season.

Slayter’s owning the close of ’25 like a boss fresh off house arrest glow-up, stacking plaques from Block Baby 2’s underground takeover and that viral Coachella pop-in last spring. Almighty, the Dominican trap sage behind RESILIENCIA’s chart storm, brings that elder venom—together, they’re evolving the game, trading teen frenzy for grown-man grit that fucks with your head and hips in equal measure. With dile no a las drogas still echoing, modo gremlin cements Slayter as the PR heir apparent, unapologetic and unbreakable.

Dive into the sustancia lyrics below and unpack its raw narrative. Don’t miss other modo gremlin tracks for more of Slayter’s gremlin-mode trap chaos.