Yeah, yeah (Moula gang)
Yo, yeah, yo, yeah, han, yeah, puterie, let's get it
Yeah, han, yeah, ah-hah, yeah, yeah

Wake up, I roll a big Backwoods
Ice Cube when I walk in my hood
In her eyes, I put some powder
Fashion, she taught me to sew
Sorry babe, I'm toxic
Shoutout Caba for this exotic
Vision all-green like the Celtics
Vision purple, yeah, full of bricks
Every day, I have to keep moving
Some haters are waiting for me at the turn
Larry Bird in my sheet, I'm high
I cash a ticket then I flex the guap
A few years that I sharpen my pen
Don't listen to them, lil bro, aim for the moon
I roll with JJ and two pretty brunette bitches
I made her puff-puff, we fly to Neptune

Yeah, she has blue eyes like the lights of the gyro
Me, I have red eyes like the bottle of syrup
Young Enzo Scifo, 86 bro, Mexico period
People who do everything perfectly, it gets on my nerves
Don't send me your verse, it won't be on the mixtape
Pull up, Air Max air bubble, on the arm of a vulgar bitch
I'm in logistics, I smoke mochi, I listen to OGC
Yeah, Sunday service, Saint-Jass of Compostela
Your drug looks good, tell me, what is it made of?
It's getting more and more, it's becoming like in the States
It's like in the States

On the cake, we are full like the Wu-Tang
Need a SACEM "Papaoutai"
If you listened to my mixtape, then today was a good day
Weed in the suitcase
I pass the weed to the family, vanilla blunt
Yeah, where am I? Look above the wave (wave)
Baby, if you love me, tattoo my name on your face
For you, I would take a burst like in True Romance
I wake up, I fill the bag, I fall asleep and then it all starts again

Today is a good day
I've been cop two ounces
A little pair, today is a good day
I called the Uber
They dropped me off at the restaurant, I stuffed myself
Today is a good day, illicit
Tomorrow, it all starts again
Today is a good day, bitch

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