[Text skladby „Petrin Hill“]

[Intro: Ariez Baby]
(Jay Cea)
(D-D-Deasus, you are legend)
Uh, rrr, enemy
Rrr, uh

[Verse 1: Ariez Baby & Jords]
I seen friends turn enemy (Enemy)
Uh, over things like man and jealousy
Uh, enter the room, I got eyes on me
I stand out, I'm the centre piece (Yeah)
I'm in Czech with Smack, you girl are at home snaking on crisps and lemonade (Uh)
I could get mad but there's lots at stake
I could get mad, but I rather get paid (Paid)
I never skipped any steps, I got gyal that look up to me
Got a kiss and a hug for me
I want my flowers before I go heaven, my lucky number is seven
Uh, cannot pretend I'm a seven
Uh, I'm number one, you are irrelevant
Uh, I take the piss with her just for the hell of it
I take the piss with her just for the, uh (Ahh)

[Verse 2: Jords]
It's a deeper darker place man go to
Things we seen might turn man soul blue
These same things made man turn Goku
You don't know the things you're summonin'
I don't care about what you brudda did
Mans seen so much pain and sufferin'
Too much things that man has come against
Uh, uh, I get way too serious way too quickly
I've seen heads shaved clean like Britney
Bro might hit babes, you can't lips me
Got bare sons and I don't need picknis
Got my thing, so I don't need pick mes
Ready for the war and smoke like chimneys
Quickly
[Chorus: Smack]
Weed v mym pytli – tři a půl za dva a půl
Show pro tři a půl, 10/10 DJ, stopni ten shit a
Pull three five in my zoot, tvá ganja smrdí jak kůň (Bleh)
Máš problém? Mám fellu, co má gun jak western, ale ne Vinnetou (Pow, pow)

[Verse 3: Smack]
Nevim, co dělaj oni tam, ale my jedeme winning tu (Tu)
My jedeme jenom winning, tady kamkoli kouknu, vidim jen bros, mrdko, fakt nevidim tě tu (Huh)
Jsem jak americká popstar, kamkoli kouknu, vidim jen gramy a gramy a gramy
Sis mě bral do tlamy, ses praštil do hlavy, ty nebudeš moc chytrej kluk (Stupid)

[Verse 4: Jay Amo]
Used to think you was certi, then you try do man dirty
Try expose man, them man are nerdy, manna just kickback and smoke my percy
Local opp bad breed from early, movin' mad for the keys like qwerty
I'll be lucky if man touch thirty, man can't manage me, man ain't fergie
Rudeboy Ammi don't tolerate back chat, 2-2 wrong words get a man back slapped
You'll be baffed like where's my snapback
I'll bump man, tell him it's hash and
When he gets home, he'll see that it's a flapjack
I was sixteen on the block gettin' high on bong
Tryna snap these things on Snapchat
Now they try snap me hoping I snap back
But man won't do that 'cause I don't backtrack
[Chorus: Smack]
Weed v mym pytli – tři a půl (Yah) za dva a půl (Půl)
Show pro tři a půl, 10/10 DJ, stopni ten shit a
Pull three five in my zoot, tvá ganja smrdí jak kůň (Ah)
Máš problém? Mám fellu, co má gun jak western, ale ne Vinnetou (Grr)
Weed v mym pytli (Pytli) – tři a půl za dva a půl (Půl)
Show pro tři a půl, 10/10 DJ, stopni ten shit a
Pull three five in my zoot, tvá ganja smrdí jak kůň (Yah)
Máš problém? Mám fellu, co má gun jak western, ale ne Vinnetou (Uh)