[Intro]
It's the S
Götze, number nineteen, yes
They acted like rude boys, no, no, no
I know they've got Ru-Paul's balls
Mathafack, eh-eh-eh
Scoundrel, 13 miles 4, fag
[Chorus]
Puto, I disagree (Puto, puto, puto), yeah
Millionaires, we'd all be happy (Puto, puto, puto), yes
I'll be on the ground, with nothing but friends, eh
She knows the gang, she takes off her clothes, yeah, yeah
[Verse 1]
Focus, bitch, big guns invite themselves into your cutlery
Glued to my homies like Stitch and Lilo, I'm Neo, Morphеus sells cocaine
I want my pair of Ditas, kid addicted to drugs, to guns, and to lеather seats
Deep inside dark, dimly-lit rooms, die-hard rapper
I came to bury them, youngest of the veterans, yes, Gideon
[Pre-Chorus]
When I was in the hole, you hung out with those holding the shovels
And you want me to remember our friendship? (Friendship)
Brother, I have my reasons if I don't answer the phone (I don't answer the phone)
When I was in the hole, you hung out with those holding the shovels
[Chorus]
Puto, I disagree, yeah
Millionaires, we'd all be happy, yeah
I'll be on the ground with nothing but friends
She knows the gang, she takes off her clothes, yeah, yeah
[Verse 2]
Double boiler, hash, heroin, crack, coke
We don't like Marine and her features, fewer heroes in my area
Than there is caviar on my plate, scarred faces under the hats, yellowed fingertips
I'm blue, spewing smoke, I do my rounds, faggot, I'm square, the Earth is round
I want you punished, I've been here ten years counting, I'll spit or sever your fucking knuckles
Teeth blackened by the hash, in my head, a chained-up child resided
Thirty rounds, 7.62, this whore wants red bottoms, charcoal leather
I disagree, I ain't your friend, don't reach out your hand
Even if I'm in need, because you bitch
[Pre-Chorus]
When I was in the hole, you hung out with those holding the shovels
And you want me to remember our friendship?
Brother, I have my reasons if I don't answer the phone (I don't answer the phone)
When I was in the hole, you hung out with those holding the shovels
[Chorus]
Puto, I disagree, yeah
Millionaires, we'd all be happy, yeah
I'll be on the ground with nothing but friends, yeah
She knows the gang, she takes off her clothes, yeah, yeah
[Outro]
Nah, nah, nah
Millionaires, we'd all be happy, eh
I'll be on the ground with nothing but friends, yeah
She knows the gang, she takes off her clothes, yeah, yeah (Yeah)
It's the S, Götze in your mothers (Your mothers)
A7 (A7), Puto (Puto)
Oh yes, oh yes