[Intro: 2J & Tus]
2J
One Tus
I don't know about you, man, but I'm getting tired of this shit (yy)
Yo

[Verse 1: 2J]
Let me talk about me 'cause all you say is who you are
Showing off your money and chains in a rented new car
Yes, I understand that today that is where the views are
But you suck, take me back to Busta singing "Woo-Ha!"
What are you trying to do? Make us jealous? Hardly
Keep on talking 'bout your καδένες and your Ferrari
Grown men looking like bitches, like they were Cardi
Barbie-looking mother fuckers think they're Ali!

[Bridge: 2J]
Grow up and act your age
We're laughing at you when you pull up in the Range
Your fans are as stupid as you, it's such a shame
You got the name and the fame but no brains
So now I'm biting back like the piranhas
Fuck all of you and your trap music and your dramas
Talking 'bout αρχοντικά when you're still at your mammas
Imma keep it real, μαλάκα, 'γειά μας! (Prrt-yuh)
[Chorus: 2J]
We don't wanna hear none of that (Nunna Dat)
We don't wanna hear none of that (Nunna Dat)
We don't wanna hear none of that (Nunna Dat)
We don't wanna hear none of that (Nunna Dat)

[Verse 2: 2J]
Fucktards acting like a diva
Listen to me, no one gives a fuck if you're a dealer
Talking 'bout somebody's girl, saying that you'll steal her
Do I care about your Beemer or your demeanor? Neither!
Bragging 'cause you got low self-esteem, bitch
Insecure, so you tell everyone you're extreme, bitch
You need to wake up because you're living in a dream, bitch
How does it feel to know your fans are all naive, bitch?
Yeah, I'm pissed off 'cause you don't know what I mean
In your late 30s, talking 'bout your cream
Dabbing like a dickhead, flexing like a teen
The smartest people in the world think that you're a meme
And I got money too but don't need to show it to you
I don't need to show it to anybody who ain't in my crew
And you can say it ain't my business, I'm jealous of your richness
I just want you to know that what you have is like a sickness, witness

[Bridge: 2J]
(Τι κάνει αυτός, ρε μαλάκα;)
Eyy, δείτε με, έχω αυτοκίνητο
Gucci κάλτσες και ρολόι ακριβό
Όλοι με φωνάζουν όπου και να πάω
Δείτε με, είμαι σαν την γκόμενα που γαμάω
[Verse 3: Tus]
Το κοινό τους είναι 4 με 2
Δεν τους ξέρει η μάνα τους γιατί είναι 42
Μία φορά τους έκραξα, κι άλλη μία, δύο
Δεν ξαναπατάω έξω από νηπιαγωγείο!
Βγάζουνε τον μήνα 20.000 ευρώ
Αφού παίζουν 20.000 live για ένα ευρώ (Ha-ha!)
Του χρόνου δε θα υπάρχουνε bro
Του χρόνου για να ζήσουν θα πουλήσουν τον νεφρό
Έχουν chains bro, έχουν page bro, έχουν lanes bro
Θα τους γ**ούσα αλλά φοβάμαι μήπως έχουν κι aids bro
[;]
Δεν καταβαίνεις; Μα έτσι είν' το trap, ρε bro
Ολοι τους, είναι ίδιοι όλοι τους, όλοι τους, όλοι τους
Θέλουνε να είναι όλοι Tus
Όλοι τους, μου λεν γελοιοποίησε τους, όλοι τους
Μα αυτοί είναι γελοίοι από μόνοι τους!

[Bridge: 2J]
Grow up and act your age
We're laughing at you when you pull up in the Range
Your fans are as stupid as you, it's such a shame
You got the name and the fame but no brains
So now I'm biting back like the piranhas
Fuck all of you and your trap music and your dramas
Talking 'bout αρχοντικά when you're still at your mammas
Imma keep it real, μαλάκα, 'γειά μας! (Prrt-yuh)