Narcos
Rohlala, rohlala
Yung Spliff on the track
0-9-7 gang, eh eh
Brr, the rocket, the rocket
Gang gang
The smoke, the smoke
The hit, the hit, the hit

Listen, listen, I made 500k from the cut
They will never be able to do the yous-voi
These little bitches disgust me
I put little ones on a 125 who change your neighborhood from tchoin to Beirut
I have fifteen cash bullets for a lawyer, prison settled, it's over under screws (skr)
We're going to put you in the box even if you're hot
We are five in tchop, but we have ten gloves
They are all bitches who make dits-ban
Most of them cry when they are on the bench
You take out the nine, don't aim at the wind
0-9-7 thug, we are worse than before
The children of misfortune have grown up
Will come back to do you, there will be more blood
These are the galactics, the dream team
It leads the life of Kingpin
I think, they are all victims
Live from 6-9-1, the shmackés dance on cocaine
And my Opinel pierces your kidneys if I have an adrenaline rush

Today I don't have a click-click, but I ching you with my blade
I always have a bottle of teuch on oi-m, I leave with a Z screw in Paris
Like in Campton, we slam kicht' in luxury clothes
The money from the came, makes the system turn, without us it doesn't sell
I did too much a-r, Paris-Amsterdam

They are stupid, I only aim for the head, you have to tell them "behavior" (behavior)
Every time they want to test us, they end up any way (any way)
They are stupid, I only aim for the head, you have to tell them "behavior" (behavior)
Every time they want to test us, they end up any way

I'm not telling you the adrenaline I have when the trunk of the Mégane is full of grass
Igo, we handle, we know that you know how many times I made them headlights off in the forest
I don't know you, I analyze your gestures, in the tess like a sect, we don't like to mix
In the grass and the 'ïna we make money, relaxed with La F, my guy it's light
I raise her in the air as if she came from the rival block, from Lyon like Abidal
My little brothers want to do like Ace Boogie, we go through his tonsils
Prepare your vital card, we only aim for life
Malty, La F, 9-4, 6-9-1, dirty like the ritals
9-4, 6-9-1, for the field there were too many deceased
Fuckedup under the weed of the 'ricains, I walk with a machete or a 6.35 (oh yes)
I pray every day, but I'm far from being a saint
I put grams of powder between her two breasts
A son of a bitch filed a complaint, when I get out, I'm going to do something crazy to him
Commission rogatory, franjo, have to lure them
What do they know about sitting on 20k and wanting to cry?
Big-up to Green Reaper, Villeurbanne, shooter, we are a-l
They have ten thousand in their clips and when we introduce ourselves, they move

They are stupid, I only aim for the head, you have to tell them "behavior" (behavior)
Every time they want to test us, they end up any way (any way)
They are stupid, I only aim for the head, you have to tell them "behavior" (behavior)
Every time they want to test us, they end up any way

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