[Intro]
Walabok
Your mum's a Visigoth
Walabok, walabok
[Unique verse]
If you run into me, you run into troubles
Pray for this grigri of yours to give you hope
You'll never make it out like that feat with Rohff
30 000€ in the pocket, bitch I’m a boss
Extended magazine, Glock is knocked up
Holy pimousse! Motherfuck, bomboclat
Squadron formation down the block
Them pigs will get your ass up at six o’ clock
Coming back like Ned from "City of God"
They played my shit on NRJ, I'm in shock
Hauts-de Seine got all the stock
This piracy shit won't ever end, walabok
Ain't not just your tchoin that we tie with cord
I'm Attila the Hun; your mum's a Visigoth
Gillette Mach 3 under vocal folds
All this shit is black like Moussa Diop
Boulbi Square, ASB opens you its doors
Even if you're strapped, it's unlikely that you'll cope
Don't say shit on the burner or in Morse
The bando is in the State, me I'm on the porch
Posted like a grizzly
I got heat like Michael Beasley
There ain't not just honey in my grotto
Pay your tabs, you get lit up if you're short
Don't give a fuck about who's your escort
They'll leave you like Kourtney K breaking up with Scott
Thug of high standing
I got Mirko Cro Cop in the starting blocks
Street’zer is always op'
Police custody’zer, fuck it I deny it all
You ride a rental, your chains are all tinpot
You could not even pull a lady-boy in all of Bangkok
So insolvent, your bio is “hoping we stay afloat”
The more I know my fellowman, the more I like my rott’
Your origin, affiliations, we don't give a toss
This piracy shit will never end, walabok