Why's your head so f*cked?
My head's bursting, Gucci sandals, I rock 'em just outta spite
Still they copy me, can't believe it, dear God
Thank God you guard me whenever my Vespa rolls again
With my baby, she stings hard, better clear the way
Ten horsepower into your town, it won't be pleasant
Count on my Vespa and now it's got you counting sheep
One-on-one, he gets a bomb, calls his bro
But he forgets I'm schooled, I box his 'abi'
Cruisin' hair down and behind me sits a
b*tch like Barbie, hood safari
Hop on the Speedfight, f*ck Kawasaki, let's go, Barbie
Kickdown doing seventy to your party
They snap photos, bags burst, but Apache stays the same
Bro, I gotta bounce when the scooters scream again
They talk to me 'bout coke and knife fights
But they gotta bounce when our scooters scream again
When you get to the bottom of it
You realize that's really not the case
Call whoever you want, bring your daddy if you like
S*cking d*cks is tradition for you little p*ssers
Peek over at me, they check my body out
B*tch, 105 kilos of definition, no cardio
Like it or not, bro, Apache's on the radio starting today
They snap photos, bags burst, but Apache stays the same
Bro, I gotta bounce when the scooters scream again
They talk to me 'bout coke and knife fights
But they gotta bounce when our scooters scream again