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[Intro: Guè & Rasty Kilo]
Fastlife, baby
The legend keeps goin', it never dies
This shit's strictly for Italian hustlers, yeah
Listen closely to my voice, not yours (Pow-pow-pow-pow)

[Verse 1: Guè]
Don't you shed tears for me, like Evita
I play she loves me not with cash, not with daisies
(Ah-ah)
My favorite position (Yeh)
Is the seventy-one, which is the sixty-nine with two more fingers (G-U-È)
How many rappers I'd assasinate (Uh, pow-pow)
I should just go and cop 'em a burying place (Pow-pow)
You're not an escort, you're a sugar baby (Ah-ah)
Fillin' up bags of juta, then do an SMG with my fingers like Batistuta (Rrah)
Brothers be doing Pippеns like Scottie (Ah)
They'rе lookin' at me buyin' shit straight from retail
These new players be actin' all John Gotti
You like to talk but I couldn't verify your sources
My rhymes are so illegal that I write 'em on pizzinis (Yeah)
In this rap scene don't fear giants, nor the minis (Nah)
(Incomplete/Untranslated Lyric)
Emptyin' my Visa, tear on my face like Bobby Solo (Ahah)

[Interlude: Guè]
Italian hustler, baby
I'm not a time-waster, just real talk
Come stay at the Krasnapolsky and ask about Mimmo Flow
[Chorus: Guè]
I got a chick in my bathtub
She comes from Austria, just like the Glock in my car's trunk
It's like a fridge in here, I feel like I'm in Alaska
She cheated on her boyfriend 'cause she's fallen for an hustler
For an Italian hustler, hustler
For an Italian hustler, hustler
For an Italian hustler, hustler
For an Italian hustler (Baby, yeah)

[Verse 2: Rasty Kilo]
The rich wear Air Max shoes, the poor Balenciaga
Walking 'round with your gun, preorder your coffin
Cookin' a brick for breakfast, it goes from thirty-one to thirty-nine (Cash)
It's 8k for a new Rolex
I want a yellow gold Glock, a Rirchard Mille cost a Lambo
My brother's in for a year, fuck the police
Got a pound in my balls, my whole block on my back
Racks as tall as the Yellow Pages (Cash)
Both my hands on the steering wheel, got pulled up by a police car
I'm a singer not a dealer
Hijo de puta you want me dead like the poor Pop
I'm waiting for you, armed, like RoboCop (Uh)
I got a Glock in my car's trunk and your bitch in my bathtub
One is not enough, I want another one
Italian hustler, no need to wear your bulletproof vest (Rrah)
'Cause we'll shoot you right in the face
No joke, we're on the block, sacoches and Glocks
Œufs à la coque, bricks in the shopping bags from Coop, brotha
No joke, we're on the block, handguns and Glocks (Oh, oh, oh)
Will you stay broke or earn this money (Oh, oh, oh, oh)
[Chorus: Guè]
I got a chick in my bathtub
She comes from Austria, just like the Glock in my car's trunk
It's like a fridge in here, I feel like I'm in Alaska
She cheated on her boyfriend 'cause she's fallen for an hustler
For an Italian hustler, hustler
For an Italian hustler, hustler
For an Italian hustler, hustler
For an Italian hustler (Baby, yeah)