The Kalash causes deaths
Morning, noon, night, bro, you know I'm in the block
We light you up for real, if there's trouble we pull the Glocks
F*ck the enemies, f*ck the police
The young ones disrespect you, they f*ck your mom in front of everyone
Morning, noon, night, bro, you know I'm in the block
We light you up for real, if there's trouble we pull the Glocks
F*ck the enemies, f*ck the police
The young ones disrespect you, they f*ck your mom in front of everyone
I'd rather have cash than a Valentine
Pairs of Gucci, pairs of Valentino
Helicopter d*ck for a fan
I write on my phone, f*ck the pen
Don't act tough, don't act crazy, bro you'll end up dead
And every night the lady fingers herself like a soldier's wife
There's a b*stard of a line and the dealer's on the third floor
If I f*ck her and she doesn't scream, that chick's got high mileage
You know how to flex, me, I got the piece, I'll light you up right away
You can be glad, you're just ugly, your mom's ugly
I'd rather you beef with me over cash
Than beef with me over a woman
Give me my money back bro, don't mess around, I'll say it just once
Gold record, platinum record, yeah, inshallah
Just 'cause you wear a veil, that doesn't make you a halal b*tch
Morning, noon, night, bro, you know I'm in the block
We light you up for real, if there's trouble we pull the Glocks
F*ck the enemies, f*ck the police
The young ones disrespect you, they f*ck your mom in front of everyone
Morning, noon, night, bro, you know I'm in the block
We light you up for real, if there's trouble we pull the Glocks
F*ck the enemies, f*ck the police
The young ones disrespect you, they f*ck your mom in front of everyone
Sometimes I'd like to do clean rap, but I grew up in the dirt
Red zone, believe bro, they're filthy like the Mannschaft's coach
I swear on Snap, her p*ssy snaps, she does it for the streaks
You step into my place, you go crazy, over fifteen K in clothes
Make me your Pablo, you'll be my b*tch
I'm in my block, with a Glock
I handle them alone, I've got strength
I eat mafé with Vladimir
I hit you without the "Hajime"
I come from Sevran-Beaudottes
And don't worry, we've got what it takes to welcome them
There're too many sons of cowards, so I can't stay nice anymore
You're in CIA mode, I wear Givenchy
I'm here to do dirt, bro I ain't Gandhi
And your girl's not good, like cafeteria food
Morning, noon, night, bro, you know I'm in the block
We light you up for real, if there's trouble we pull the Glocks
F*ck the enemies, f*ck the police
The young ones disrespect you, they f*ck your mom in front of everyone
Morning, noon, night, bro, you know I'm in the block
We light you up for real, if there's trouble we pull the Glocks
F*ck the enemies, f*ck the police
The young ones disrespect you, they f*ck your mom in front of everyone