I almost Yeah
Almost
Jimy got the sauce (Ah, ah)
Blue, blue
SSG, nobody’s safe, bitch
Grrah, grrah, grrah
Perfect
I stopped being amazed, rich at eighteen, you can’t give me advice (What?)
You don’t want to diss, SSG in Italy, in the USA I fuck with the 60s (Crip)
It’s not Black Ops, it’s San Siro with snipers in the cellar (Pow)
One of your members is snake, in fact it is a dead man walking (Ah)
I’m a shooter, I’m not a pedophile (Yeah)
But I always go out with the little girl
You can’t take me out because you miss the aim (Miss)
You don’t make news, at most you get a streak (Pow)
Criminal, I put it in the ghetto like Tokischa (Yeah)
A war starts immediately if you touch my family (Ah-ah)
I call my Glock “Baby” like Justin Bieber (Baby)
I slide on a Dodge, I feel like Vin Diesel (Pow)
Block boy, I stole the cassettes from Blockbuster (Yeah)
Hot boy, I make these girls wet (Ah, ah)
Yeah, I make these wet –
Okay, fuck that, I fucked the industry
Man, we did it, Trenches Records new empire, new state
Everybody rich, everybody lit, we’re another side (Another side)
And I’m not touching it softly (I’m touching it softly)
We have a plan (We have a plan), but we don’t say it (But we don’t say it)
Let’s take control (Let’s take control), this is the new year (This is the new year)
2-0-2-4 (2-0-2-4), yeah
I want my G’s on the Trackhawks
Full of diamonds, they do moshpits under the stage
We finish the concert, we go to the next block
Even with money, success must be avenged
Now I’m a CEO, but I think like a bad man
I have to adjust, the situation is tragic
I’ve basically lost count of the enemies
Add them all up and you’d end up doing algebra
Blue
SSG, nobody’s safe, bitch
I bought an SRT with Trenches Records
You have a Mercedes as a company car, I have a Demon (Ah)
Motherfuckers think I’m not serious (Yeah)
Test me and I’ll show you it’s all true (Okay)
This bitch is psycho, oh Lord, someone stop her (Oh Lord)
I’m a city boy, bitch, I’ll break your heart (Ah-ah)
I’m in the USA, send my bitch to 7-Eleven (Yeah)
When I’m in Italy, I send her to Bengali
My diamonds are stupid, they dance by themselves
Make your last wish before I die (Yeah)
If I drop my shit, they shut up
Because they know it’s not shit to sell or get ratings
Fuck them, I’m on my solo shit (Solo shit)
I’m ridin’ with the dolo, I have a polo, I feel like Chief (Feel like Chief)
In the house two chefs, four thotties, and a couple of blicks (Ah)
Until I die (What?) right G (Ah)
I go into the club wearing tracksuits, I’m rich, so there’s no dress code
In my block I’m a hero, while I rock Heron Preston
I’m crazy like Steve-O, I send shots to the reverse pole
I send shot to the reverse pole
I want to be rich, not get a RICO
Rest in peace Speaker Knockerz, I’m not talking about RICO
Everyone wants to be gangster, but they don’t know the G code
I’m certified, you know what I’m talking about
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