[Intro: tag]
Bellek track
[Verse 1]
Sit down a little, keep your chin up, not everyone can stay ahead
Not everyone can die old, but everyone can stack racks in a bag
Stupid idiot, we'll kill you in front of a Subway, a package for some cheese, bitch on my leash
Take my dick, I'm armed with hoes, give a damn bout what they say, I can shoot them, for real
Pussy, you walk around in underwear, I can pull all of them up with one “Mathafack”
Come into my house, come into my house, act tough, I've got a SIG Sauer that dabs
I know you've got a pussy when daddy hugs you, I'm under this fucking light
We aren't all friends in this bando, pull up on your street, headlights off
Cerebrated but my brain's inside the gun, I know it ain't the best
You die where the kids play football, whatever, they'll play tomorrow
Green nine, bitch, camo colored, outside, it's Battlefield
There's more gold in the Sistine Chapel, than in San Juan in Argentina
[Bridge]
Bad bitch says “Come jump me”, I know she hasn't seen worse
Foie gras, small glass of Sauternes, a knife to scratch your leather
Fuck whore, you only scare hipsters, you make money just to brag about it
My passport goes around the hemisphere, the competition's only getting thinner
Competition's only getting thinner, competition's only getting thinner
I'm the hater of your rap, look a little, I know where they shoot (Brr)
You're dead after the green light (Pow), that's stupid, just saying
The time it takes to cook up the coke (Oh), the time it takes to hug my father
[Chorus]
Oh, go tell em, huh
Go tell em, go tell em, oh
Go tell em, huh
Go tell em, go tell em, oh
[Bridge]
It's about being in prison because you have one (Nah)
Or being in a hole because you don't (Mathafack)
Sit down a little, keep your chin up, not everyone can stay ahead
Not everyone can die old, but everyone can stack racks in a bag
[Verse 2]
We don't know so-and-so, vultures stalk around before the chrysanthemums
Suck that, bitch, a bottle at my age, I'd be crazy about the devil if I was crazy about her
A Mondeo, the civilian has locks, big letters like Century Fox
Liquid, in cash and card, we fucked everything up, as if we came from the Bronx
You screw everything up, end up on a blacklist, yeah, seeing how big the firm is
I'm still alive to narrate them the story, you already know the end of the movie
“Bang bang” preceded the episode, the killer ain't Abbé Pierre
It's as if I grew up in the epicenter, I feel her shake under my feet
[Bridge]
Bad bitch sexts me
What she likes is when I'm hard
I have what it takes to lower your testosterone, what stops me is politics
Bad bitch wants my dick and the sex toy, to plug the missing holes
Götze just wants to live far from them, to live far from these liars
[Chorus]
Oh, go tell em, huh
Go tell em, go tell em, oh
Go tell em, huh
Go tell em, go tell em, oh