When I'm in an Audi
I pass under the buildings
Twenty babies of the axes
With their hand they make the P
I have three ways to make you
Money in-, weigh grams
Because I wanted to distract myself
Bitch, hoes try to

When I'm in an Audi
I pass under the buildings (under the buildings)
Twenty babies of the axes
With their hand they make the P
I have three ways to make you
Money in-, weigh grams
Because I wanted to distract myself
Bitch, hoes try to (yeah, yeah)

When I pass on the Audi
I'm full of hassles
I have her who wants to deceive me
More opps who want to make me
Darling, I don't care about these rats
Fakes, you are clowns like Krusty
Fucking, I didn't grow up among saints, bastard
I arrive together with two Audis, Audi
Too fast, we whizz the junction
Fast life, I'm in a hurry
I have to put some things in order
Millions, ten, then twenty, then tren-
You who see, you only see the party
I was around, now in important rounds
She says I don't have to stress myself
But this life points a gun at the head, head
There is good and evil, left and right
Money and power, I lost the way
You are useless trying to be a gangsta (gangsta, gangsta)

Bitch, hoes try to
While I want to stay chill
I arrive fast on an Audi, Audi, Audi, yeah, yeah

When I'm in an Audi
I pass under the buildings (Under the buildings)
Twenty babies of the axes
With their hand they make the P
I have three ways to make you
Money in-, weigh grams
Because I wanted to distract myself
Bitch, hoes try to (yeah, yeah)

New York, winter landscapes
Warm Montgomery jackets covered me from
Frozen benches, sequential rains
As a child I was outside the fatties, in fact
I wanted a Fendi, make them
For the babies the tenten are high
Other places, Rho tires me
They stopped me, now also mom
Purple balaclava like the Ballas
Milan seems to me a calm city
A bit holey like taralli
Motard in the zone, what a tarella
Fifty with fifty horses
Surfboards on the truck
I hide my hassles in bed
Closed, so that then no one enters
As a baby I was not a perfect baby
But in the end my mom is happy
I will buy her an Audi, ah

When I'm in an Audi
I pass under the buildings
Twenty babies of the axes
With their hand they make the P
I have three ways to make you
Money in-, weigh grams
Because I wanted to distract myself
Bitch, hoes try to

Sick Luke, Sick Luke

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