By the international connect

1st verse :
This bitch thinks I’m blowing up
It’s only to track us down, they think that we don’t know it
Haram money in the credit card
I’m from the most dangerous projects of the savannah
I’ve got rage in me like Savastano, I’ll knock them all out this year
Armani Ferragamo, the Arab is clean, clean
Young and rich, young and rich
I want the two devil fruits like Marshall D. Teach
I’ve done the turn of their businesses
I’ve done the turn of these nasty bitches
I’m checking her ass out, oh my god !
She’s very hot, but she’s very dumb
I fuck her standing in the bathroom
I wouldn’t even take her to the restaurant (wow !)
Son of a bitch ! We all know that you’re a snitch, (yeah !)
You talk to the cops, you snitched, we’ll Meek Mill you, (yeah !)
Son of a bitch ! We all know that you’re a snitch, (yeah yeah !)
You eat with us, then you puke everything out to the police
(Yeah yeah !)



Chorus :
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ! (x4)
2nd verse :
My trust is in the parabellum, it’s no longer in men
Faggot, stop trying to act like a Charo, your bitch is playing you
MC, you tell nothing but lies, just like on television
Deep down in the block, my Arabs and my N***as are french kissing Marie-Jeanne
I’m rude, yeah I’m rude
Because I tell the truth, I’m not assisted
Fuck the police, yeah fuck the police
And all these politico-tides that are polluting us
24/7 on the dope spot, I’m not trying to make it out in soccer
9mm and the gloves are on, we’re doing crazy things
Generation racism my Arab springs (oh baby !)
Generation Ill fuck you up for those pesos (oh baby !)
And the judge will send us to prison for twelve grams of ghabra sahbi
Because to him, that’s the only thing that we’re good at : fulling up the jail cells like our criminal records
And the judge will send us to prison for twelve grams of ghabra sahbi
Because to him, that’s the only thing that we’re good at : fulling up the jail cells like our criminal records
Oh baby, fulling up the jail cells like our criminal records !
Oh baby, fulling up the jail cells !



Chorus :
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ! (x4)

Chorus (x2) :
All my trust is in the parabellum, it’s no longer in men
Faggot, stop trying to act like a Charo, your bitch is playing you
MC, you tell nothing but lies, just like on television
Deep down in the block, my Arabs and my N***as are french kissing Marie-Jeanne