[Intro: Emis Killa]
Ah

[Verse 1: Emis Killa]
This shit is heavy, I take its risks
As long as I burn the club to the ground
I'd do everything to make this money
I'd sell albums, I'd sell crack, yah
Come and get me, bro
As long as the car has tinted windows
So that I can't see the fuck faces of those crappy haters
Rude, even as a duke
Before, I was poor and on a Ducato (yeah)
My bros pop some pills
They invert syllables, Luca Giurato
This girl DMs me everyday, she wants it
Her boyfriend buys her some roses
He gives her thousands of lovely attentions
I eat her even when she's on her period, uh
From where I come from, people mind other's business
I get that, the town is small
The same cop has been stopping me for ten years (woop-woop)
He wishes to lock me up, click-clack
And throw away the key like at Ponte Milvio (yeah)
I just think about doubling up those millions
A villa in Brianza, young Silvio, ay
[Hook: Jake la Furia & Emis Killa]
Rude (uh, ay), rude (brrah)
Be good around here, otherwise you'll get shot (ra-ta-ta-ta)
Rude (uh, ay), rude (brrah)
I don't dye my nails, I don't go out with make-up (no, no)
Rude (uh, ay), rude (brrah)
I throw two hundred pieces on her sweaty butt
Rude (uh, ay), rude (brrah)
I got high on everything, I didn't just smoke

[Verse 2: Jake la Furia]
When I'll pass away, uh, ay
I'll die of drugs
Either I make money with rap, uh, ay
Or with a balaclava
I spend them all at once, brr, ay
Or I put it in the Caymans (ah)
I am rude (yeah), rude (yeah)
I spit on the ground if you come across me
Forked tongue, yeah
Pop icon, hijo de puta
I go out with her, but I put on my tracksuit
Anyway she'll say, bro: "Put it all inside"
I shower these guys with my spit, yeah
They take pictures like Cutolo
And stylists fuck them in their ass
Doggystyle like Ricky with the Menudos, bro
I like to drink and then to fight
I like to fuck hard, like fighting (yeah)
I send you a message like: "Come home" (ah)
Like a drug dealer at three a.m
Rude with a fanny pack
I write 16 bars and I destroy your speakers and your studio
And you go the fuck out, bro, before you know it (oh)
[Hook: Jake la Furia & Emis Killa]
Rude (uh, ay), rude (brrah)
Be good around here, otherwise you'll get shot (ra-ta-ta-ta)
Rude (uh, ay), rude (brrah)
I don't die my nails and I don't go out with make-up (no, no)
Rude (uh, ay), rude (brrah)
I throw two hundred pieces on her sweaty butt
Rude (uh, ay), rude (brrah)
I got high on everything, I didn't just smoke