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Look, two in a dot-dot, three in a hatchback (Hitsquad)
Slide on the opp block, we don't need satnav (Hitsquad)
Or I just walk up, do it, and walk off
Did a Paul Walker, pull up and crash that (bap)
Splash that, push it and drag that (wah)
When they see black gang, probably gets flashbacks (fah)
Black tracksuit and a black gat
Run out of luck if you see me in black cats (some runners)
Run a man down in my black Air 1's (Stepper), used to get man down in Huaraches
Live-o, chef man down like hibachi
Now the team kick like karate (Pepper)
Still roll with my flick shank calmly
Flick that, push it in, twist like a car key (Chef up)
Man drill it on beats and drill it on streets, gotta mention P like Taraji
Yuck man down, leave blood in the streets (Yuck)
Now I got blood on my sleeve (oh, shit)
Hsq, man do it and leave
Chest shot, no, you can't tell him to breathe
Shut out the car from the passenger seat (bap)
Or I just do it on feet (bap, bap)
Pepper, that's how I'm doin' up beef
Stepper, know what I do on my feet (HSQ)
Man got straps, shell-toe (Hitsquad, baby)
I just angle the arm like an elbow (bap, bap)
Muppet, I make him look like he's Elmo
Yuck it, could've got luck, but he fell though (oh)
More time, bro's strapped up like a Velcro (packin')
School's out, I let the bell go (slappings)
Hitsquad hit dons, rap cap? Hell no
Why you think bro still chat on the jail phone? (Free him up)

Got things in the whip, man's lurkin' (out here)
If anyone slip, that's curtains (oh, shit)
Cruisin' past, guten Tag, whip and the stick both German (bap, bap)
Hold up, who's that there? Reverse it (who's that?)
Pole up, lift up the stick, man burst it (bap, bap)
If I see an opp, I'll hurt him (uh-uh)
I ain't got no job, I put work in (Hitsquad, baby)

Ja, Hand aus dem Suburban
Nigga, ich trage mein Sterling (Sterling)
Silber auf meinem Grill
Nachdem ich dich filze, ist im Bag noch mehr drin (buh-buh-bah)
Ich kann nicht chillen, wenn Villen nicht leer sind
Denn meine Bitch will eine Birkin (bitch)
Neun an mein' Rücken wie Erling (Haaland)
Ich bin kein Killer, doch für ein paar Millen werd' ich sehr schlimm (es ist vorbei)
Ich komm' vom Sozialamt, ich kannte Bares nur flüchtig (bah)
Ich machte Einbrüche und hatt' Hehlerware
Für mehrere Jahre im Rücksitz (bah, bah, baow, b-baow)
Heut mach' ich Hits, indem ich drüber laber'
Und mach' Geld wie die Zentralbank (huh)
Aber denk nicht, ich werd' arm (huh, bah)
Dann kurbel' ich einfach den Markt an (bah, bah)
Und bin zurück in mei'm Business (Business)
Nigga, ich vertraute nur meiner Nase (bah)
Ich geh' auf Tour für paar Tage in deiner Stadt (Yyh)
Deine Slut googelt das Datum (yuh, uh)
Und kommt hundertachzig Minuten vom Ruhrpott gefahren
Und wartet bis vier Uhr nachts, nur um zu blasen (yuh, yuh, uh)
Sie gurgelt mein'n Namen und zählt kurz danach meine Gage
Wenn du dabei bist, euren Urlaub zu planen (ew)
Nigga, ich punche wie Kimbo (ba-bah)
Du erkennst Keemo schon an seiner Lingo
Oder der Hand aus dem Twingo (bah, bah, bah)
Meine Bitch ist eine krankhafte Nympho
Hat die gesamte Verwandtschaft in Santo Domingo
Ich bin ein Pimp, ich lass' sie an die Bankdaten
Doch auf dem Handy nie an meinen PIN-Code (ba-ba-ba-bah), ja

Got things in the whip, man's lurkin' (out here)
If anyone slip, that's curtains (oh, shit)
Cruisin' past, guten Tag, whip and the stick both German (bap, bap)
Hold up, who's that there? Reverse it (who's that?)
Pole up, lift up the stick, man burst it (bap, bap)
If I see an opp, I'll hurt him (uh-uh)
I ain't got no job, I put work in (Hitsquad, baby)

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