[Intro]
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[Verse 1: AttaiN]
Shut the fuck up when I make noise
You don't have that guala, just you're a fucking buffoon
I've earned cash, merci! Bonjour!
I jumped on the beat like I was in the jungle (Ooh)
I have a bag for big sums
All the barriers are in head, so I'll take them down
Stupidly on bless, but I was down
My brothers are not racing, but also rev up
Accelerating fast, like a 'Rari
I don't give fuck, I'm crazy
Welcome to my dick, bitch mommy
Experimenting like Mamix
A good shawty is now worth its weight in gold
Drown in it, but I didn't go through the water
I don't need a fucking reason to cut you off
Added sauce, but I'm not a cook
I've heard they show envy (What?)
At the sight of me lights up ass (Wha'?)
If they hate, then I feel sorry for them
I don't give a fuck for that what you don't like there
Paba!
[Verse 2: a13real]
Oh, love the smell of banknotes as a conservative
But also love the numbers on the card
At H&M didn't work as Playboi Carti (Woah, woah)
Once I used to sell that for which it's easy to get locked up (Sh-h-h)
Fuck the bastards, which rotten talking
Me and my life and closely not to knowing (Fuck)
The world of their suckers in a dark square (Haha)
And I do myself every day and gamble (Really)
Fucked the opinion of the toxics
I get high on life and from that, what in her do (My own boss)
I'm my owner, own money, not associated with labels
(Do hate — go for a blow job)
I'm my owner and now can afford not to communicate with every scumbag (Scumbag)
And I'm not one of those, believe me, who jumped on a trampoline and are already called gangs (Skrrt)
A gray faggot can throw (Faggot)
What he was convicted of
Guilt will not be proven only in films (Real)
In real life, she is from the cradle to the grave (Real)
Prospects to see ksiva (Ksiva)
If you put out the fire with gasoline (Fucked up)
Meanwhile the legs of the bitch-life are spread
Like doors Lamborghini (Criminal Vibe)