[Songtext zu „Fiesling“]
[Intro: OG Keemo]
Fever
Check, check
[Part: OG Keemo]
I check my target from a distance, how he talks, alone
Is enough to know he's a bitch, trust me, it triggers the old me
If a nigga uses the word 'drip' even once
I grab my iron, get in his crib and make it unrentable
Don't be surprised, I come back for a second round
If it wasn't profitable, I would play in the Bundesliga today
I just wanted hoes on my lower jaw
Bitch, I make five hundreds into five thousands, go out and spend the sum again
That small loss keeps a young nigga hungry
Plus, i make more grands than thе mother of the Antetokounmpo brothеrs
One degree below boiling, this, you're listening to is fever
Nigga, pay attention, yeah
I just wanted the pink pelt like Killa Cam
Today i count millions, Cops listen in out of the minivan
Because brody makes his money with the white woman like will.i.am
And only greets me with „Ke Lo Ke“, he thinks i am dominican
My new bitch has more bodies than Body Worlds
She sucks me blue, I think I'll sue her for damages
Cause she claimed, she does it rather rarely
And with howher ass is built, i gotta contact the local authorities
You niggas are on my dick like my Hermès-Belt
Please let a doctor help you, this is an inverse world
Cause in mid May I rock thermal tracksuits or Hermès pelts
And still manage to catch a heavy cold with all this ice, nigga
That is Fiesling
Make your money and get out your feelings, yeah
Nigga, this is Fiesling
Make your money and get out your Feelings, hoe
[Outro: The Notations]
You're hurting me, baby