[Hook: Super ED]
We laughin’, hahahaha, like Smiley when we make the money
We makin’ records, daddy, puffy like Okapi
We’re in the B.U.G. House, Midiots like Shift Baby
We Satra Benzito, cool guys, you fool bitch

[Verse 1: NOSFE]
They call me NOSFE and I fuck your momma
No stress for me, Hakuna Matata
The stress is at these guys that gossip about us, enough
Like some spoiled children, we don’t like the squabble
Trouble, on your knees and it’s over
We don’t even have the same fans and you come with the fight
When we appeared it seemed like your map disappeared
The stage looks at you and laughs like a motherfucker
The payment is made afterwards for all the altercation
These guys’ disses are like the arrow
They go through me and then only the stain remains
Blood, blood, blood, bro, only Satra remains

[Verse 2: Killa Fonic]
There was a time when we’d handle it in the street
Now they’re hoes, they sue you
They act like thugs with balls, they don’t have ‘em, crow
I call ‘em to the brawl and they call the cops, fuck off
If I have skinny jeans it doesn’t mean I’m soft
Watch how many bills I will pull out of them
Watch how many blades I’ll pull out and I’ll bury you
The envy makes you bake prematurely
Watch how many scratches in your elbows you will have
I can’t wait to listen to my verse, ah
If I go to jail, you’ll be dead
My Satrars will sing at your grave, bro

[Hook: Super ED]
We laughin’, hahahaha, like Smiley when we make the money
We makin’ records, daddy, puffy like Okapi
We’re in the B.U.G. House, Midiots like Shift Baby
We Satra Benzito, cool guys, you fool bitch

[Verse 3: Super ED]
(Gutcci-cci, Cci-cci, bring Ccicci, ha)
This the one with the mynele name that rolls like a pimp, ah
I smoke a George Nicolaescu, I need K too
Weed we have, no need for that, animals, Noah’s Ark
When I do it on the pussy, yo, the pussy is shaved, it don’t have branches
Scandalous like Puya, you fly like Traian Vuia
If you run your mouth about dicks it’s called blowing
Why you stick your mouth where ass is and talk about his ass?
And when you see his ass, whose ass will you talk about, ha?
Eminescu, I’ve been doing what I’m doing for a long time
I don’t listen to these guys in any season anymore
I put my dick in the sky, why should I hide?
And I lay down my ideas ‘cause they sell the women

[Verse 4: Keed]
I was little, but now I’m big like the receipt
From every meal I eat with your momma
Come on, let it fuckin’ go, we can’t compare eachother
‘Cause you went down how my rate raised
You like money? You lie about makin’ them out of concerts
You don’t talk to the fans and yet we are the stars?
I can’t stomach you ‘cause you give me di-arr-hea like E.coli
Suck my dick the same way I eat broccoli cream soup
You don’t like it ‘cause you didn’t have a plan
You’re in music with no sense like scandal on the street
Yo, poor ass, grab me by the babe
Have you ever heard of longterm investment?
Hear it out, fuckin’ shit, self-management
Chaos, tour, bitches faint at the concert
Forgive me but I left, momma
‘Cause I chose makin’ music and money, not school