[Verse 1: Killa Fonic]
Girl, I’m a Setrar for life, yeah
The loyal Benzito Gang, yeah
Finesse from the bones to the cut, yeah
A zero ‘cause this fat one is getting down, yeah
O.$.O.D. and we create, we don’t recycle
O.$.O.D. and we fuck, we don’t hesitate, yeah
Pussy, put me on the boombox, yeah
Put me on in the Mercedes and we dance, ho, yeah
Put me on in a Dacia and do what you want, yeah
If you wreak havoc, you’ll do it smart, yeah
Satra Benzito, these guys approved, yeah
Girl, I can get you in the gang, yeah
Girl, if you’re loyal I’ll make you O.G
Girl, you’re bad, mami, I’ll do ya
The family is loyal like mafia
And the street is dirty, I ain’t no diplomat

[Verse 2: NOSFE]
Nosfe is in Satra like in Champion’s League
The kings on the board, fuck the pawns
From mom to the street, goons’ education
Priests, church, God, give me their money
Nosfe rally, leave my enemies close
They keep me motivated to make the money
‘Cause that’s how the opponents are, they stay parked on hazard lights
And count the fans on their fingers
Why do you fear talkin’ to me if you don’t respect me
And you tell it to everybody, except when you meet me
If you’re everything you pretend
Why do you lose your time with Satra? Why do you lie to yourself?
Can’t you see we’re gods, we’re saints
‘Cause there’s only one Nosfe, there’s only one Guta
There’s only one Killa, there’s only one Keed and there’s only one Lu-K Beats

[Hook: Keed]
There’s only one Satra and Satra is the most awesome
You wanna see how Satra is?
Then come closer
All the bitches come and go, the buddies come and go
But if you enter Satra, no one leaves Satra

[Verse 3: Keed]
Like Cisco I want on the throne, throne (?)
Like Killa Fonic and Don Blox I break everything, I put fire, I should die if I lie, bro
I roll with fiddlers through houses on billabong, Jazz lesbians I wasted them like ping-pong
New like softball, old like the Brifcor
Catch, curly girl, break your ass
Tiki taka, raka taka, I have money, I don’t have money
Sometimes I drink plastic bottles, sometimes I bump Macalan
If I don’t have, I mix up, I handle it, man
I don’t have a momma, I don’t have a daddy, I drink, I start a fight
In such a way, the gypsy-est
I make a mess on the macadam-dam-dam-dam

[Verse 4: Super ED]
My name is Guta, when I’m dirty I wash myself with the hose in my yard in Berceni
I carry a life of not giving a fuck and sometimes I only sing for friends
I have a beard, I have a hobo walk
And bad dreads, t-shirts, jeans, chains
Molded tight jeans through Centru Vechi
Son of a bitch from Satra B.E.N.Z
In Satra B.E.N.Z. until we decease
With the hand on the heart we decided
Me and my little brothers
Live the most pimp dream
One Satra, One Love as a motto
Zeros only in the estimate
Independent, we didn’t depend
The future in the windshield

[Hook: Keed]x2
There’s only one Satra and Satra is the most awesome
You wanna see how Satra is?
Then come closer
All the bitches come and go, the buddies come and go
But if you enter Satra, no one leaves Satra