Yo, Finesse, make them all go out
Bu-bu-bu, bu-bu-bu
Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go
Uoh, hey (uoh), hey (uoh), hey (uoh)

I speak directly from hell
We come out with jackets for the winter (Milan)
If you put mine, the stereo freezes
The war starts with a nod (this is Milan)
I have more chains than a servant
More AKs and Draco fulete than a Serb (Santana)
We really live the war
I bought a "shh" before a knife (bu-bu)
Always on the front line, wait for me
You know my flow kills more than fentanyl (exactly)
Every switch has two combs
Your death costs a hundred cents (exactly)
Brothers stuck in the blocks
Upside down like in the tarot cards (bu-bu)
It's known, what I say is for a few
You can see the devil in my eyes (let's go)
We smoke Back' only double
At the top of the scene, high like a penthouse
We spit dragon smoke
The stick like the cup because it's always loaded
They think we are lacking
You should have seen how they ran away
Santana responds to attacks
You took more shots than drunks
Oaky-okay, I'm frozen like hockey-hockey
My face on the banknotes, snorting powder and it's not OKI
Four chains form a million (milli, milli)
My neck weighs more than a drone
On the bars, I have the verified
Always a shooter behind me, yeah, yeah
I swear, I still have more to give you
We live chaos protected by angels (Westside)
Bulletproof Armani
Up in the sky like birds of prey, here with me stray dogs
Sparks under the car
Switch the button to make the burst
In the west, it feels like Afghanistan
You and I will meet in the afterlife (I swear to God)
In the jungle like Simba
Masked like an Inca, yeah-yeah
Long jackets so nothing is in sight
We hit anyone who points at us
They know we don't pretend
The only mouse I have is the gray Mercedes (Milan)
I mix potions and I'm not a wizard
You mess and talk from a Ouija (tu-tu, pussy) (this is Milan)
Seh-seh, soon you'll understand that I always hold the stick as if I were blind
And that Milan is violent, but the war is against the system
They want to see us on the ground, then hit us in the back

(I still have more, I still have more, I still have more) Hey

The DIGOS controls the garden
Every time they come, we lose two sticky (I swear to God)
I move in the dark among pushers and vampires
On my neck, there's the mark of their incisors (exactly)
Yes, I'm very angry, I vent
I'll drop four albums in the year (exactly)
I don't care if it's right or wrong
While my lawyer tells me he's exhausted (Milan)
Corsico is the home of demons
I never beef against weaker rappers (Santana)
Don't read my thoughts
My closet is full of Fendi and skeletons
We know who the instigator was
He's locked at home with seven locks (uoh, uoh)
God sent us insects to crush
Do you understand why I'm in both good and evil (let's go, let's go)

Uoh, Santana Gang
Eagle Business, Westside
(Ah-ah)

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