Hey

Step on the pedal, screw border control
In my world, only the Mercury sun smiles
Customers come and go, don't care
Where they come from (Don't care, mate)
Six grams of bud, sticky like lollipops
In my smoking red paper, I let
Haze burn
Evil eyes shoot sharper than
A sharp MAC-10 (Spow, pow)
For my hustle, I cross borders
Fully packed over the border
I want to retire early (Hah)
You're blinding
That's why I wear Ray-Ban, I make dough
While your boys rave to techno (Pfuh)
Screw your Instagram hype
Screw your crap label
What good is your anabolic if you lack balls?
Psychopath like Jason, electrified like Pikachu
Pack my stuff with plastic gloves
As soon as you call, I get rid of dandruff
Like Head-and-Shoulders shampoo
Narc from Cancun, you take off like an elevator
(Pschiu)
Customer asks: "When can I come around?"
Give the first one for free, because I know
That something will come around
Hey, I screw everyone who comes crooked
(All, all) crack Hajar like croutons
Until noses deform (Päh)

I have there, street asks, flatten
(Flatten)
One-a Taş, cash paid, card cracks
Freshly packed, gram by gram
Hand to hand
Inz3n bangs, customer base makes me full
I have there, street asks, flatten
One-a Taş, cash paid, card cracks
(Card cracks)
Freshly packed, gram by gram
Hand to hand
Inz3n bangs, customer base makes me full

Hey, new day, new hate, new package
You call and ask if anything's going on
(Bla, bla)
From twenty grams you're talking to me
And you turn pale after
A look into the wallet (naie)
I take five grand cash and I
Make it here to ten (ten)
Fish scales, Taş, passion fruit haze
I have everything ready in my catalog
Plus baba Kush, brother, risk of shortness of breath
Weigh stones or throw stones into
The window
For a quick buck, we're
Here ready for anything
In every message on my
Phone either says
"Brother, are you at home or
Can you come by with capsules?" (Hehe)
And I've never said no (Never)
Three hundred things, wrong track
But we stay straight bomb goods
Little small stuff and no seeds (Ah)
Don't compare my market with
Your little shop

I have there, street asks, flatten
(Flatten)
One-a Taş, cash paid, card cracks
Freshly packed, gram by gram
Hand to hand
Inz3n bangs, customer base makes me full
I have there, street asks, flatten
(Flatten)
One-a Taş, cash paid, card cracks
Freshly packed, gram by gram
Hand to hand
Inz3n bangs, customer base makes me full

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