[Intro: Einár]
Straynané
Yeah, ey, ey

[Chorus: Einár]
Ey, a big black man and a small swede
Were here to take over (Yes, yes)
It goes boom-pa-bam, trust me, I'm crazy
You have to take the smoke (Pow, pow)
He thinks he can, but everyone knows
That his pockets is bleeding (He's broke)
Why spare him? He needs to go
He bleeds just like me

[Verse 1: Dree Low & Einár]
Day and date, bro, from Switzerland
An African, have a Russian on me
If you like to talk, it makes you quiet
Drop double shots from a Walther
Hit the both in the throat, bro
Why do you disturb me?
It was you who started to poke me, bro (It was you)
Ey, give him, shoot him, he needs to go, he needs to die, bro (Pow)
Turn down the windshield, he only hears shots, bro (Pow-pow-pow)Your dicks, your lost, what thugs, bro?
Beg him to stop, everyone wonders what he does
Like if I was a train driver (Woo, woo, woo)
Brother I have tunnel vision (Go and ask Dree Low)
And my brother he is a killer (Po-po-po)
If you now want to drive, it's just an act (If you fucking say so)
Ey, full auto-mode on my MP5
Walk with it and with God, I never walk alone
New day, new page, ey
Everything is for real, no one jokes, bro
I'm the same twenty fo-o-our
It is André Lo-o-ow
Only kings, no prince, interpret it as you wish
Let the big guns go-o-o
[Chorus: Einár]
Ey, a big black man and a small swede
Were here to take over (Yes, yes)
It goes boom-pa-bam, trust me, I'm crazy
You have to take the smoke (Pow, pow)
He thinks he can, but everyone knows
That his pockets is bleeding (He's broke)
Why spare him? He needs to go
He bleeds just like me

[Verse 2: Einár & Dree Low]
Ah, ey, the gun is chromed, black outfit (What?)
Bro, the bike it is robbed
Stockholm City, ten murders in a month (Yeah)
If you see a gun, don't get surprised (Yeah)
Talk with my brother, he has smuggled in a phone
Bro, he doesn't see any sun because his in a cage
They have claimed his murder, bro, he won't get out (Free)
If you think this is cool, then I swear you're sick, ey, ah
Murder on my mind, score, Neymar (What?)
Sin after sin, but in the night I do istighfar
There is no real ones left
Only foxes without sense here
Bullets rain here, Vietnam, mhm
You think these bullets know names
You think you're a pro, only games man, mhm
But when the nine comes out you get pale, man
Bro, I'm dresses in Louis and Ferragamo
Bro, my life is like a movie, it's no fun and play
Bro, I light you like candy, me and Mano
Man, really, bro, what do you think? I'm Corleone
Ey, Christian Dior on my body, gets buried now
Life is hard on my block, it's brutal now
Kids walk with steel, adults gets killed by kids now
[Chorus: Einár]
Ey, a big black man and a small swede
Were here to take over (Yes, yes)
It goes boom-pa-bam, trust me, I'm crazy
You have to take the smoke (Pow, pow)
He thinks he can, but everyone knows
That his pockets is bleeding (He's broke)
Why spare him? He needs to go
He bleeds just like me