Hey, 2.7
Hey (toh-toh-toh-toh) hey
Ris-Kaa (toh-toh-toh-toh)

No need for VAR, to see when a whore plays the star
To understand that a traitor wants my share
I want her to spread, she wants to see my Black Card
I know how much is in the apartment
Even the oracle doesn't know what we're capable of
To touch this bath of Coke
But well, I wish a slow death to those who sit at the table
In the coffin full of black eyes, ok

Procession of V12 on the coast
You know I have a long arm, I'm a GOAT
Take a ticket if you want to do us in the street
Be careful if I roll down the window, hey
The flesh is made of dust
As soon as it gets wet, I become hard like clay
The legend says I'm in the VIP
Known all over the city and at the drug corner
The Kala is worth nothing, why do you want me to break
Two on the KLX
Under the visor of the full face is my specter (is my specter)
The cops doing their parade on the scale
She's ready to give real info
If she liked the doggy style of 2.7 (of 2.7)

I fed some guys
In my back, they planted an ax (planted an ax)
Even if I'm riding a Daytona, we meet in a pile-up (pile-up)
We have AR15, your vest, it's useless
At our place, it's war like on the holy land

My bae, it's war
But if I want to inflate the hold, I have to come home late
She's pure, it's fish scale to keep them loyal
I press on anti-skid to stabilize
No need to watch the VAR, my bae, it's war
If I want to inflate the hold, I have to come home late
She's pure, it's fish scale to keep them loyal
I press on anti-skid to stabilize
No need to watch the VAR

Here below we are on trial, we know it but we don't want to let it go
The tales we've caressed
When the black sedan is lowered
That this fucking bitch is good to fuck
We're going to take your pulse, you don't have the balls
And the madness that goes with the six-shooter
Buried under problems
It presses the trigger on your scalp, hey

All this Fendi, all this Louis Vui', all this Balmain
Will soothe my melancholy until tomorrow
The demons wait for you to shine to take your hand
They need to run if there are metals, if I extend my hand to them
I'm gaining weight, he moves the fat for his Baby L (Baby L)
We're running with long chargers like in ATL (ATL)
Even underground, under their stone, they are snake nests
We're going to do it, we've sworn an oath

My bae, it's war
But if I want to inflate the hold, I have to come home late
She's pure, it's fish scale to keep them loyal
I press on anti-skid to stabilize
No need to watch the VAR, na bae, it's war
If I want to inflate the hold, I have to come home late
She's pure, it's fish scale to keep them loyal
I press on anti-skid to stabilize
No need to watch the VAR

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