[Intro: Tan]
Mask on, Aprilia Leonardo
And we pull triggers like we were in Chicago
Around here speed is a must
Everyone around here wants to be El Chapo
[Verse 1: Tan]
Rolling around in designer, Trillegården and we're shining
Puttin the juu in my grinder, out and cruise, make dough
Bullseye like a sniper, first class when we travel
Marrakesh, then it's Tanger, Oujda, Casablanca
Six cars patrolling, jump out gang
The whole team's ready for it to escalate
We shoot a couple in the air, they don't want it
And I wanna hit a mil', hit big, hit more
Black tint windows in a fucking AMG'er
Bros are not bros when they backstab like some bees
They turn their back on you for some money and some girls
And I wanna hit a mil', hit big, hit more
Shooter Gang, bitch
[Chorus: Tan]
Mask on, Aprilia Leonardo
And we pull triggers like we were in Chicago
Around here speed is a must
Everyone around here wants to be El Chapo
Mask on, Aprilia Leonardo
And we pull triggers like we were in Chicago
Around here speed is a must
Everyone around here wants to be El Chapo
[Verse 2: Dinero]
Putting commas on those zeroes, we never bow down
Two on a 300 motorbike, fuck, that .9 said "Click"
Is it me or you that's lucky? We roll deep, call me Bentley
Fuck them and their act, too original, way too secret
We know about the ganja, without us it would be caca
Give me what you're missing, no reason to regret, no way
Believe me I rob, fuckin' hot like my youngins
It's your pockets we empty, there's a reason we sin
So throw those dubs up if you're also fucked up
There's no stop-button if you've hit us
Our signalement, can not be caught
That's why, that's why it goes bang
[Chorus: Tan]
Mask on, Aprilia Leonardo
And we pull triggers like we were in Chicago
Around here speed is a must
Everyone around here wants to be El Chapo
Mask on, Aprilia Leonardo
And we pull triggers like we were in Chicago
Around here speed is a must
Everyone around here wants to be El Chapo
[Verse 3: Belly]
Chilling, but we're milkin'
Play dumb and that "shh" gets pulled (Gang)
Pussy niggas get stabbed (Stabbed)
One after one, closed
We're real, the others they talk (Talk)
And bitches want me to pay (Pay)
The money turn people into cannibals
On top, everybody else's behind us
We shoot, we shoot, we shoot
They get scared when we arrive on scooter
Mask on when we empty the bullets
Finish my job and we leave
Finish my job and we roll
Roll a juu and we cool
Don't trip, don't trip, trip on me
Before we "frr, frr" you