Oh yeah, Bersa
Automatic weapon, there's money in the plastic
Yes, it's fantastic, I make the rubber bands grow

I'm always in the ghetto, I'm chilling with Poupetta
The others, they're liars, in truth, I have nothing to worry about
Don't act like you're one of us if in the end, you betray us
On the asphalt very early and this year, it's going to blow up
She wants Georgina's life, she's dead in the syno'
Orangina silhouette, I like when it talks in kilos
I'm not too much into the blah blah blahs, watch out if there are the blues, blues, blues
In two steps, it lifts, "bep-bep-bep", my bros inhale the weed, weed, weed

Automatic weapon, there's money in the plastic
Yes, it's fantastic, I make the rubber bands grow
Automatic weapon, there's money in the plastic
Yes, it's fantastic, han-han-han

Come on, let's go, bro, it smells like a blunder (come on, let's go)
Big salary, I'm in the squalid block (a big salary)
You talk about me, deep down, it reassures me (go on, break your mother)
Break your mother, bro, between us, there's a break (yi-ha)

Automatic weapon, there's money in the plastic
Yes, it's fantastic, I make the rubber bands grow
Automatic weapon, there's money in the plastic
Yes, it's fantastic, I make the rubber bands grow

So, how is it? It's the B who's in charge
I leave you for a moment and behind my back, all you do is comment
Shooting on a motorcycle, untraceable phone, I'm in the tracer
Knife and gun, there are real guitars but fake Pfizers
I drive in automatic or manual
Four rings on the hood, not on the ring finger
In the rearview mirror, there are jealous, sons of gossips
I'm far in the comet, lunar stuff

Automatic weapon, there's money in the plastic
Yes, it's fantastic, I make the rubber bands grow
Automatic weapon, there's money in the plastic
Yes, it's fantastic, han-han-han

Come on, let's go, bro, it smells like a blunder (come on, let's go)
Big salary, I'm in the squalid block (a big salary)
You talk about me, deep down, it reassures me (go on, break your mother)
Break your mother, bro, between us, there's a break (yi-ha)

Automatic weapon, there's money in the plastic
Yes, it's fantastic, I make the rubber bands grow
Automatic weapon, there's money in the plastic
Yes, it's fantastic, I make the rubber bands grow

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