[Intro]
(Gibbo, Gibbo, Gibbo, Gibbo, Gibbo)
(Ahh)
[Chorus]
Dream big, studio and butt burns (Skrrt, skrrt)
808s on 120 decibel (Yeah, yeah)
Don't think you're dope, your trash's not camparable (Skrrt, skrrt)
Sounds are so crispy, 120 decibel
[Verse]
Feel like Michael Jackson (Michael Jackson)
Don't talk, let lines speak (Lines speak)
Of hundreds women, one's real (One's real)
And this one's going to break your heart (Break your heart)
[?] hate and hate (Hate)
Bitches bait and bait (Bait)
Tell me, will you still relate (Relate)
Slowly startin' to feel like Maison (Margiela)
Now, everyone vultures on my features (My features)
No time, rather buying sneakers (Rather sneaker)
Before I write a verse for you, firstly, show me more than your one, two songs
Songs with me stand for quality (Quality), I stand above you wannabes (Wannabes)
Shoot, shoot like a Bandolero, but no one talks when the gun fires (Skrrt)
Phako on fire, Charmander (Drip)
Nevertheless as cold as bubbly (Skrrt)
Fly to Berlin (Drip)
Charlottenburg, H B&B (Yes, yes)
Why your're copying my style right now (Style right now)
Even for the circus too embarrassing (Cringe)
In front of others, you call me trash (Trash)
But you always hear my songs secretly ([Why?])
[Chorus]
Dream big, studio and butt burns (Skrrt, skrrt)
808s on 120 decibel (Yeah, yeah)
Don't think you're dope, your trash's not camparable (Skrrt, skrrt)
Sounds are so crispy, 120 decibel