70 BARS

I was rocking Rick Owens, she was in Loro
She says I’m in ugly kicks, I need to wear Jordans (whoa)
She’s a solid ten, but listens to Makhan (yeah)
I thought it was worth it, so I turned on ASPHALT 8 (let's go!)
If you suck bad, I’ll play Destroy Lonely (bitch)
She’s like, I know, she says: I know, Water (I know)
That’s the one on the label of Evil Zhora (dumb bitch)
Her tongue piercing was worth it

I smoke in three hours what you smoke in a month (shmouk)
I don’t need a thin one, I packed it tight like Messi (yeah)
You’re a coward, you got no balls, just a penis
I’m like: Shit, they’re texting me: Track’s shit, yeah, that’s right (I)
Yeah, they’re just jealous of me (skrrt)
If you hear this, I love you, Jesus (whoa)
I’m writing this on shrooms in the woods (yeah)
If the punches are cosmic, I made a moonwalk

Uh, yeah, like Michael Jackson (aye)
Bitches love with their ears, I love with my dick (big)
No first dates, mine are straight to the last (uh)
I show up not with flowers, but with lube and condoms

(–To be popular, Ay, ay, ay, ay, damn, damn, what the fuck?)
Bro, your dick’s so small, they don’t give you head, just a muff (micro)
I pour a lot, you’ll get high if you drink my spit (syrup)
I want her to have a rapper for me, I’ll finish in you right in the studio (fuck, let’s go)
Bro, I stole Designer’s flow, and he respected me for it

Ice, ice on my neck (bae)
I’ll be throwing cash at you, even when I’m in heaven (yeah)
And you’ll be jealous of me with bitches even in heaven (hey)
I’ll be rolling and blowing with angels even in heaven

(yeah) I (whoa) am a real dog with a dog’s heart, like Bulgakov (yeah)
I’m drawn to bitches, I’m drawn to stars, I’d fuck an alien (fuck)
In my cup, icy syrup (psh), and in the other hand, Johnny, hotter than flame (flame)
I recently hit a strip club and among the VIP guests saw Shaman (ah-ha)
That bitch ghosted me, now I’m fucking everyone and ghosting, repeating the cycle (yeah-yeah)
Took a lot, then they accepted me, fucking cops, repeating the cycle (fuck)

Uh, yeah, this is a promo for the album (yeah)
Leaving the club, pint in hand, and three iPhones (ah)
One for mom, one for the block, and the third for the girls (skrrt)
If I start remembering brokies, you’ll die from hiccups

I’m Bombardiro-Crocodilo (aye), you’re Capuccino-Balerino (aye)
And you’ve been watching me your whole life (yeah), like Shpianino-Golubino (aye)
I’m Bombardiro-Crocodilo (aye), you’re Capuccino-Balerino (aye)
And you’ve been watching me your whole life (yeah), like Shpianino-Golubino (ah-ya)

(Skrrt, Glamour) She’s giving head in a convertible, that’s a glamorous blow (yeah)
She’s teaching her friend how to suck me, coaching blow (yeah)
She’s sucking on stacks of cash, that’s a rich blow
She sucked me in school, nostalgic blow (yeah)
And I finished really quick, bro, that’s a speedrun blow (yeah)
She sucked me in the morning, I got energized, espresso blow (yeah)
I feel like where we’re not, there’s always the best blow

Hello, Pakistan?
Yeah
We need one kilogram
Okay
Four pints, ten glocks, thirteen grenades
Alright
Deliver quietly, they can search even your ass right now
Yeah?
Need to finish the album, still about five kilograms

I spent millions, I need billions (ah)
This track’s for YouTube, but it would be number one on the charts (fact)
You’re already ready for hell, ‘cause in your crew, there are only demons (yeah)
Bro, you’re a pack of cigarettes, and I’m the president, Winston Churchill (damn)

(Sha!) This is the last four, but I was ready to lay it down forever (yeah)
Why do I treat bitches like they’re things? (bitch)
You’re needed for an hour, I don’t want to waste an evening with you (yeah-yeah, bae)
I even feel bad wasting my sperm on you (ah-ah)
You love meow, and you’re not worth it, not even the first (yeah), yeah, bye