Jack the Smoker shit
Jangy
Chubby slayed
Cascone

Cugilino dream rock supreme
Golden crucifixes, extra clips in sixes
Son, they taking pictures of the Don Dada
They ain't done nada
What they speaking
All them ginny boys tweaking
Throw your flags up
Throw your mags up
You get dragged up
Like twelve flights of stairs by ya hair
Burly boy Grizzly
Who could fuck with me?
Cruzing through Malon with flannel vests on
Smoking Parmigiana Runtz
With Jangy on the hunt for Fresca
They gon' feel the pressure
Burn a round a blunts at the round tables
As we order lunch
Shottie got a kick, the gat pack a punch
And leave them hunched
If they trying stunt on Chubby
Load the snubby up
Bet that shut 'em up, my twins hudle up
Discuss the next play
Load the K, nothing left to say
Shit get set in motion like sails in ocean set
Making sales as we toasting to the great life
My Donnys stay hyped
New York City under street lights (said under the street lights son)

Non ti importa di nessuno
Ma il tuo orgoglio è un bel topino nel tombino
Anche Nettuno con la merda fino al collo resta un netturbino
Figo il sogno cugiolino, sta muchacha cuce amore
Sto scampo lo cuocio vivo, lei caccia il mio Cucciolone
Matti come il maggiolino, tu puoi far da maggiordomo
Eruttiamo magma brodo, la tua donna mangia fuoco
Battagliamo Chatillon, ti strappo via il papillon
Ti ingozzi di champignon, non riconosci i champions
Siamo in marcia che rodeo, a benza marcia Keropetrol
Il male dietro a un vetro nero per l'inferno un metro in meno
Fai prima che cada il cielo
Grano fresco saraceno, assideriamo stiamo al gelo
Siberiano samoiedo
New York City, M-I, lei calda come Medellin
Una goccia di Hennessy sullo zoca ho il suo Maybelline
Dimmi che non sono mai come questi rapper, ma che roie
Ho buona pasta maccherone, tutta capa Maccarone

Jangy what up
Steely

Ayy, yo, forty in palm, I could feel like I channel Saddam
'Cause if I mash on the button watch these niggas a bomb
Infrared like website dot on him, he calm
They know me from the nine, nigga, down to Milan
I'm not a gangster killer, ah yeah
I could peep the anger in you
If you left and casket were pastors, still singing scriptures
My shrimp piccata
My kicks is Prada, gun is Llama
Ratchet in the bathroom
Let's keep it mobster
Coop copper, penny nigga alla vodka
We ate three times a day, niggas kept it mamba, ah
Let me channel my Kobe, my money, my homie
My paper worldwide, I Euro step like Ginobili
Big Nine in the flying spur feeling like Tony, uh
Don't let my nigga park ya

(Strenuous nigga, all the way to motherfucker Milan, Jangy)
(What the fuck is up, nigga? Big Nine)

(From the street, cousin)
(From the street, cousin)
(From the street, cousin)
(From the street, cousin)
(From the street, cousin)
(From the street, cousin)
(From the street, cousin)