Stop acting tough, your rap is on cocaine
We know your clothes come from China, no one validates you here
Zero defeat like Khabib, always hand on the caliber
Don't act stupid, we'll damage you, it smells like weed and shit in the cabin
They, they, they want to run from us because we are the best
They want to test us, yeah, we just fuck them
We make cash, we make species
I'm in the dirt and I just cash in
I'm in the Class S, you're in the struggle
She wants my kichta, I'm in her ass
She doesn't speak English but she screams "yes"
Wesh, fuck but she screams "yes", the bitch
I do the gesture to Pop Smoke
Yeah, to start the bike
I have rappers on the bumper
Always the flow is impeccable
You're going to take a headshot
You'll say good evening to Sheitan
I'm completely fucked up

We bring out the fireworks, they run away, wow
Where are the real ones? I only see fakes, wow
Where are the real ones? Huh? It hits women, it gets hot (what?)
Where are the real ones? Don't act crazy, we'll spray you
We know very well who does things, yeah

Stop playing the bandit (no) who do you think you're talking to?
There are only pedals today (grrah) all your photos are marked
If you're too big, we reduce you (yes) with an automatic (grrah)
Here, there's no comedy (grr) here, there's no comedy (pah)

Fuck the States, I'm a Russian, only good guys in my chip
If I fuck you, you're my bitch, I have a Tokarev in case of fall
I don't like men because they suck, they only think about partying
We only think about making money, we really only have that in our heads
No, you don't come to my neighborhood whenever you want, it's not McDonald's
She keeps arching her back, I'm going to do her dirty

I just keep shooting at the weed and at her ponytail
I don't want you to have my children, I want you to swallow
Hey, if I show up in your hood, I can make your friends run
Yeah, I don't give a fuck who you know, bastard, I can break your ribs
Hey, if I show up in your hood, I can make your friends run
Yeah, I don't give a fuck who you know, bastard, I can break your ribs

We bring out the fireworks, they run away, wow
Where are the real ones? I only see fakes, wow
Where are the real ones? Huh? It hits women, it gets hot (what?)
Where are the real ones? Don't act crazy, we'll spray you
We know very well who does things, yeah

Stop playing the bandit (no) who do you think you're talking to?
There are only pedals today (grrah) all your photos are marked
If you're too big, we reduce you (yes) with an automatic (grrah)
Here, there's no comedy (grr) here, there's no comedy (pah)

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