[Verse 1: OG Eastbull]
I put my shades on, Gianfranco Ferre, yeah
When I’m in the hood, no one dares to open their mouths
Your bitch likes me, the cops know me, they can’t do anything to me
They can suck my dick, I don’t have nothing in the house, no
If my bros don’t trust you, they might shoot, yeah
‘Cause what we do, watch, looks, brands, that’s right, you better shut up
Hello, wait, yo, bruh, come on, be a smart boy
You don’t talk ‘bout money, so I don’t lift a finger, no
Watch how you talk, slow down, soft
You eat too much shit, watch out, you’ll drown
Come on, good appetite, watch out, my flow may stick to your neck
‘Cause everything I touch, bro, the wine is gold
Have the iron ready, bro, ‘cause tonight I’m gonna look for them

[Verse 2: Alex Sosa]
I was gone, but I’m coming home
I’m a first class goon
You know the trap scene is ours
Put the money on the table, the work down, fat sum
Buy, cut, sell, you know the cops don’t catch us, yo
Buy, cut, sell, you know the cops don’t catch us
Buy, cut, sell, you know the cops don’t catch us, yo
Buy, cut, sell, you know the cops don’t catch us
I’m a street goon, can’t you see?
I’m a street goon, can’t you see?
I’m a street goon, can’t you see?
I’m a street goon, can’t you see?

[Interlude: OG Eastbull]
Dacule, fuckin’ call Luca to come with Satra ‘cause now we’re bringing it to them

[Verse 3: Killa Fonic]
I stopped slanging 8-balls since 2012, but I’m afilliated with the GOLANI clique, ho
Satra Benzito, Romania, Italy, the money gettin’ doubled for them and for us
Two families, loyal thugs
Fuck jail, I won’t stuff the work down my throat
I work the pistol, I give you goon terrors
Oh no, no, no, you know you’re in the top
Grrah, grrah, grrah, the goon way, you know you’re bye
Prr, prr, prrrr, Satra Benzito, all the gang, bro
Yeah, yeah, yeah, fuck the carabinieri, cops, crow
And these hoes are getting wet tonight

[Interludiu 2: NOSFE]
OG, me sa che questi n'hanno capito de cosa se tratta, fratè, me sa che i'o demo n'attimo da' spiegà, stamme a sentì, va

[Verse 4: NOSFE]
You bother me again, fuckin’ motherfucker, when I see how you comment
I learned that the true boys are there even when you don’t see ‘em
If you wanna meet, look, I rarely fought
But when I did it, motherfuckers, I knocked ‘em out by example
With my brother Killa around ’98 when we listened to “De Cartier”
I went to war with the gypsies, cold axes, the iron ones
And I was 13 years old, bruh, I know poor people, but fancy too
You wanna fight and I know why, with the tough ones, everyone wants to try

[Interludiu 3: NOSFE]
Vattene a fanculo va

[Verse 5: Keed]
You reap what you sow
It doesn’t matter where you come from or who you are
We’re all equal in front of God
You’re all equal in front of the drug
Action like in the movie, yo, let the drama start
I smoke a blunt while Hannah tattoos me
I pay attention, I stock the information, the intensity of the action
Art reflects reality
I go by the rules, g-yeah, ‘cause I’m doing good
So don’t fuckin’ bother me and don’t make me resort to principals
Get away like Visana ‘cause I spit on you like a llama
I undress you of values like Rosia Montana

[Verse 6: Super ED]
French kiss the head of the dick, bitch
Guta The Bercenary in that bad thuggin’
Dacule, come here, bruh, to the spaceship
Take the plasma wall to get at ‘em, ‘em
Plow, plow, plow, motherfucker
These bugs are runnin’ like sprayin’ Raid
I’m above, so high
With OG Eastbull, we smoke some sky
You have money on you? Today they are no more
Wait, wait, wait, the police is fucking coming
You’re going in the net like Dobrin, his highness
With Satra Benzema, rrr, goal, fuck you