I put the blue Timberland, I go out to take a girl
It has glasses, it's a khalifa khalifa khalifa
On the highway I do two hundred, you hear how much it pulls
When I'm on the street, you feel a whore how it screams
My clipa codein girl puts her bowl in the middle of the boobs
In the bag he holds the money with the clothespins
I want a famous side chick like Brittany Renner
I slapped Gemitaiz, I felt Bud Spencer
They smile at me in the face, but I know they are all fake
I do not use kilometers, I use the mphs
I don't fear my Enemy Fuck What You Say
I smoked so much I don't feel the face anymore
Now that I have come out of the shit
I don't care about this fame
Neither of your wealth, nor of your appointment
You can't trust your homie
I have a girl next to it, it's a superstar
We touch the stars on a supercar
Behind I have my shooters and they are already ready
Yeah, I'm a Skinny Ass, but I break your bitch and step by gang
He calls me, Mhm, he tells me, 'The gunna is ready', the stress passes me
You are out of fashion, I establish the trend, they copy your friends to me
Money for gas, the Hitto in the back, Mercedesz Henger
All these girls have only lost time
I am a fucking Hustler, I don't know for those who fuck you took me
I'm always in motion, except if they are in a stop
Talk about Milan, in Milan you don't see concrete
Now that I have come out of the shit
Everyone wants my head
I don't care about this fame
Neither of your wealth, nor of your appointment
You can't trust your homie
I have a girl next to it, it's a superstar
We touch the stars on a supercar
Behind I have my shooters and they are already ready