(Jump off, Gang is too savage)
(Gang)

Back then, I couldn't sleep, I believed demons were under my bed (bang)
Today they accompany me and talk to me, but now they are demons in my head
Change clothes, kill in a fit of rage, see crime footage in pictures and newspapers
Write it down, masked niggas getting out of stolen BMWs in Nike Tech
Bando baby, Bando Gs, Bando party at release (rrah, rrah)
Moneymaker, money moves, money hustle, making my dough (grr, grr)
Long clip on my hip on the rooftop
Shoot like moonwalks, slide with tour blog
Bad B on my D, but then gets knocked out by snus
Tell her: "Gotta go," and then do a moonwalk

I don't have a school diploma, but I have street smarts, A+ in mental arithmetic (A+)
You still owe me (eh), you have to expect a bullet in your head (boom)
Doing a block session (ding-dong), perpetrator disappeared, but no trace at all
Under pressure, have to break the block (Always), the cops are searching here around the clock
Dry sift, frozen, Afghan
Just say the word and I'm your contact man (boom)
Jamaican, a real badman (boom)
You pay for protection, but act tough with me (Pussy)
The whole bando is bugged, keeping my Xabat on you
Battyboy, dance (dance), all my niggas are sick
I advise you, if you see me, run as fast as you can

Real Gs roll in a Maybach, full commitment, none of you are bulletproof (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Undercover cops around me, keep walking, Lyca card, pull out my Xabat and I shoot (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Real Gs roll in a Maybach, full commitment, none of you are bulletproof
Undercover cops around me, keep walking, Lyca card, pull out my Xabat and I shoot'

A pounding sound, no help where I live, but we're used to it (pow)
Don't talk on the phone, Harraga wants the million like Corleone (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Role model Tony Montana, even little kids are armed (pow)
Plo-plo-plomo o plata, all my money goes to Maghreb (ah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
No face, no case, cap low, got my enemy in sight (-sight)
Make a scene in the neighborhood, get everything from the jeweler
Masked up every night, b-b-with Glizz, Akhi (pow)
For the euros, it makes noise, until I roll in a Ferrari (ah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Eight hundred horses, diamond bets, pure Grey Goose, chicks see stars (ey)
Jayjo, company keeps warm, location Paris, roll in a Ferrari (eh)
Revenue, lots of money, euros in Bitcoin, it's about millions (lots, lots of money)
Transactional, my Bella, eyes sparkling, inflatable boat, Europe
Bitches want Bela, until the Glock comes out
Cali is top, comes from London (wouh)
Believe me, even cops feel the song
Hectic, paranoia through the draft (Rrah, rrah)
Quick on the move (Tach, Tach)
It's about the money, we're on parole and f*** the system
RS, speeding to Belgium

Real Gs roll in a Maybach, full commitment, none of you are bulletproof (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Undercover cops around me, keep walking, Lyca card, pull out my Xabat and I shoot (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Real Gs roll in a Maybach, full commitment, none of you are bulletproof
Undercover cops around me, keep walking, Lyca card, pull out my Xabat and I shoot'

Press the RS, let the exhaust burn (boom)
My customers look like Venom (yeah)
A shot in your head, you bastard deserve it
On your knees, push kick in the face (Boom)
Nine is my protection, come test (hah)
Three bullets through the chest with MAC-10
Under the radar, pushing kilo bags
Wrong path, hard to steer
You are runners like marionettes, I pull up with Gs in big G-Wagons
F*** your baby mama in Adilettes
She says: "I'm in love"
All-black tracksuit, tracksuit tech fleece
Park all the thotties in the tour bus
Damage, sakat, on fleek again (Damage, sakat, on fleek again)

You want problems? Then come (come)
This is the concrete edition, there is an immediate reaction
Explosive ammunition, rattle, shoot until the throne (rrah)
Look outside, the sky is gray
All your dreams, they turn to dust
Hopes goodbye, Bela is loud
Soul frozen, hands are numb
Send you Harragas, they rip your money
Rapper mothers my Barbies
Table full of Massari, storm your party
Twenty-four-seven active under Paris
Everyone wants Bela, it ends with barking, maybe I'll be in a cell tomorrow
Big man, constantly making waves, backhand, pat, for your barking

Real Gs roll in a Maybach, full commitment, none of you are bulletproof (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Undercover cops around me, keep walking, Lyca card, pull out my Xabat and I shoot (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Real Gs roll in a Maybach, full commitment, none of you are bulletproof
Undercover cops around me, keep walking, Lyca card, pull out my Xabat and I shoot

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