NIAMATOS

You're wasted
Titileti, titileti, you're wasted

Niamatos, all the homies, it teleports
Passing through Bangos, it’s looking through the telescope
Mama's boy always takes notes
Let’s go to his mom’s, oh, always

But nah, it’s not me, eh
The kind of thing you wanna do, it’s not cool
You know damn well you can’t, says Allah

The Beriman are asking me
What’s up? How’s it going, oh, how’s it going?

Niamatos, all, all, all
Tchalasse, it teleports you
Because of the phone, we got you in the telescope
Cope, wélécope, we just wélécope
Because of the phone, phone