Woah, Erenden, what's going?
I'm putting all the colors down
My girlfriend has all the brands
I'm in the studio rolling two grams
I fill my body with tattoos
He doesn't even have time to look at them
His head is already sinking
Louis V Skater, I'm not into skating
I smoke weed, but no community center
I often say, 'I'll stop rapping'
But then the desire comes back
She told me, 'Don't call me back'
But then the desire returns
I don't even listen to them
I fill my closet with Balenciaga
My pockets of money, of tose' my Fanta
I'm twenty and mum is happy
For lunch I eat tartare, for dinner Mazara
I have never envied any bar
I haven't felt Italy since I smoked down
Let's move on from drinks to Champagne
From benches to charts, from H&M to Prada
I'm putting all the colors down
My girlfriend has all the brands
I'm in the studio rolling two grams
I fill my body with tattoos
He doesn't even have time to look at them
His head is already sinking
She gives me head, but she has no saliva
I light up a blunt and it's just sativa
I make ten violas, but without effort
I roll two grams, which is flat life
Photos of guns in my kitchen
The police are not welcome
High school years where I wasn't myself
I went to school for the girls and the Backwoods
I look yellow, but I'm rich and beautiful
I'm putting all the colors down
In my sinking glass
My girlfriend has all the brands
I'm in the studio rolling two grams
I fill my body with tattoos
He doesn't even have time to look at them
His head is already sinking
I fill my closet with Balenciaga
My pockets of money, of tose' my Fanta
I'm putting all the colors down
In my sinking glass