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[Intro: Einár]
Yeah (Abonnent)
You can be knocked out by a
You can be knocked out by a, yeah (Ab-Ab-)

[Verse 1: Einár]
You can be knocked out by a bullet, it knocks you out forever
If you tweet like a dove, it will not end nice
And people want to see us in cages, thats why we hate police
Mantle the AK-47 and keep a loaded semi
Ey, stop playing over because we like to shoot over the waist
Do you want to meet death, I make sure you meet my 9
This man plays thug, bro, but, brother, we got the faggot out of him
She is nothing I touch, bro, if she isnt over a tеn (Abonnent)
Ra-ta-ta, it goes ra-ta-ta
Makes your mothеr cry and your da-da-dad
Get mo-o-ney, share pre-e-sents
Gun sings nicer than Lady Ga-ga-ga
But it doesnt sing pokerface
Pow, pow, pow, pow, that's how it sounds, ey
We cut your cheek, you get called jokerface
And my girl shakes her ass to the song, babe
Fu-fuck the police, FTP, fu-fuck the police, FTP
We are where money is, you're usually where the party is
I hope Paki sees me, brother, i dont give a shit if anyone else sees
Hah, brother, i dont give a shit if anyone else sees
My brother has paranoia, he runs from all bikes
If hes strapped, he takes it out, ey, brother, you think I'm kidding
And my brother has paranoia, he runs from all bikes
If hes strapped, he takes it out, ey, brother, you think I'm kidding
(Abonnent)
[Chorus: Einár]
Ey, what ́s up?
Nisse he has become a celebrity
I'm number one of all the top fifty
And I spin in the hoods with a Bentley, with a Bentley
Ey, brother, what ́s up? Ey
Nisse he has become a celebrity, ey
I'm number one of all the top fifty, ey (Ab-)
And I spin in the hoods with a Bentley, ey, with a Bentley, ey, ey

[Verse 2: Thrife]
I am strapped here with boys, the center here is staffed
I have grenades, I have guns and semis in my pants
I am one hundred, your fifty, on the street you will fall
Brother, I fuck the polices mom, on the highway when I run
Here we hunt money as if we are running from police
Pay us at least one thousand if you want to see us two booked
Try to go against me and mine, brother, you are not sane
Co-count my cash like my name is Frank Lucas
Ah, nine millimeters, chicanas on my dick
Thank God I'm alive, parked and hunt the dough
Ah, nine millimeters, chicanas on my dick
Thank God I'm alive, parked and hunt the dough

[Bridge: Thrife]
It goes ra-ta-ta, it goes ra-ta-ta
Make your mom cry and your da-da-dad (Ab-Ab-)
Stand with tricksters, throw bags
Get the gun, let it sing like Lady Ga-ga-ga (Abonnent)
[Chorus: Einár]
Ey, what ́s up?
Nisse he has become a celebrity
I'm number one of all the top fifty
And I spin in the hoods with a Bentley, with a Bentley
Ey, brother, what ́s up? Ey
Nisse he has become a celebrity, ey
I'm number one of all the top fifty, ey (Ab-)
And I spin in the hoods with a Bentley, ey, with a Bentley, ey, ey

[Outro: Einár]
Ey, brother, what ́s up? Ey
Nisse he has become a celebrity, ey
I'm number one of all the top fifty, ey (Ab-)
And I spin in the hoods with a Bentley, ey, with a Bentley, ey, ey
(Abonnent)