What the gang, what the gang, what the gang
Malty 2BZ bunch of bastards

There are shells, there are bullets and bangs
Only hyenas from the city in the gang
Make the move as if you bleed it
Knife stab, the blade hit the vein
On two wheels, I only send no hands
My bitch just redid her braids
In the move, she shakes her ass
It's the job I get up to escape the struggle
Yeah, yeah, break the firecracker in WD
No molly, I inhale the smoke
The charger is long, I can't hide it
Yeah, yeah, we make the zip go up
If you're my guy, I won't butcher it
Get your G's, bring me my loved ones

The product is pure, we satisfy your nostrils
We are armed like the guys from the navy
I have big models who keep calibers for me
She doesn't want me to pay her, she wants me to doggy her
Ask Fiat, round trips to Lille
Kilos of weed that are vacuum sealed
Stoned, it's the signs I have trouble reading
The A1 is mined when you reach 110

I pick up the bags at the pak'-pak'
I staple them so the worker doesn't scratch
There's no transaction happening outside
We know that the pigs have apartments (okay)
At the end of service a little chabine
Picks me up in a damn apartment
We never left the drugs outside
It's at the nanny's or in the basement

We deal shit, zip, pits
We arrive as a team, they avoid us
They know well we didn't come empty-handed
We deal shit, zip, pits
We arrive as a team, they avoid us
They know well we didn't come empty-handed

You won't see me talking about tons (never)
Look for the nanny on the intercom (hello)
I'm stoned on some serious bitches
Hennessy, balloon, they all go crazy
Red eyes because the weed is good
Red eyes because the weed is good
You're hot, negro, I'm surprised
You're going to leave without your gold chains
I know they have to pass at six o'clock but
I'm still not there at seven o'clock
Big slaps in the worker's face
If he's still not there at one o'clock
Here you don't have the right to make a mistake
Your life can become a horror movie
Your life can become a horror movie
45 ACP, heart stop

I pick up the bags at the pak'-pak'
I staple them so the worker doesn't scratch
There's no transaction happening outside
We know that the pigs have apartments
At the end of service a little chabine
Picks me up in a damn apartment
We never left the drugs outside
It's at the nanny's or in the basement

We deal shit, zip, pits
We arrive as a team, they avoid us
They know well we didn't come empty-handed
We deal shit, zip, pits
We arrive as a team, they avoid us
They know well we didn't come empty-handed

There are shells, there are bullets and bangs
Only hyenas from the city in the gang
Make the move as if you bleed it (poh, poh, poh, poh)
On two wheels, I only send no hands
My bitch just redid her braids
In the move, she shakes her ass
What the gang, what the gang, what the gang

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