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I'm bringing the weed to town, I've got a lot to sell

And they rarely clear their heads like Muslim women

Get kilos in a gray Benz from the Netherlands

Homies are in jail, I know I'll never end up there

Meet suppliers for weed coups in Aachen

Always think, I'll get out of the thing like elevator passengers

But then get coca again from Mexico

And it comes across the borders of Europe by container ship

With so much dope that

Customs would be amazed if they discovered this Kanye like Hova yeah

Spit in parts about the ticking of grass

Your gay rap clique are fake ass bitches like Nicki Minaj

Kid, I'm coming in Dalmatian fur

Make my money on Coke like the Medellín Cartel

I'm not a British lord, but I give bells to my servants

If they don't bow to the sir like giant waves

Black TEC-9, black Maserati

You see me and you get mega complexes like Abu Dhabi

Everything's cool, I've got money

Gucci jacket, bulletproof like John Gotti

And I'm cruising with two hotties

Who do coke in the blood-red Bugatti

Everything's cool, I've got money

Gucci jacket, bulletproof like John Gotti

Impulses from my totally cool coca psyche

Reach my cerebral gland via highly active synapses and neurons

Lead over muscle strands to the curvature of two decorated in chrome

The index fingers located on the triggers of pistols that sift you through with shot

I'll leave you there for dead

Burn your extended family and they'll fit in a fucking two square meter boat cabin

All while my iPhone headphones play Mozart

The boss, I'm in my prime like a honey bee

I'll kill you with gun violence

On wet asphalt, grab yourself by the neck, bury yourself in a forest at night

Far from the crime scene

Build a gravestone and spray some hardcore fagot

In neon colors on the marble surface

Pimp slap right, pimp slap left

That's what I would say if Pimp-Slap on the right wasn't an instant kill

Even New York gangsters hear me on the loop

When they rush through Queens like royal blood

I make money in Rio, Toni Montana and Michael Corleone in an Al Pacino

Godfather Blood Money, Don Status, John Gotti

Black TEC-9, black Maserati

You see me and you get mega complexes like Abu Dhabi

Everything's cool, I've got money

Gucci jacket, bulletproof like John Gotti

And I'm cruising with two hotties

Who do coke in the blood-red Bugatti

Everything's cool, I've got money

Gucci jacket, bu-bulletproof like John Gotti

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