ZIZOU

I wear the crown of South Madrid (yeah)
Even if it's made of thorns like Jesus (yeah)
I earned respect when I was cool (yeah)
I did it headfirst like Zizou (Zizou)
I'm everywhere, like miso soup (yeah)
I make them drop it down to the floor (yeah)
Evisu jeans and daddy issues (huh)
Her ass looks like a tiramisu (wuh)

This music paid for my hot tub
Just like Lil Uzi's diamond on his forehead (uh)
I've always been a softie, pink like Tussi
But never goofy, I rock Gucci with Stüssy (uh, uh, uh)
I don't mess with groupies since Baby Luci (uh, uh)
'Cause I'm exclusive like Bad and Boujee (uh, uy)
I'm no rookie, and I'm not here for that bullshit (uh, uy)
I'm gonna make St. George the ultimate blueprint (yeah)
Fabio McNamara of rap (ah)
Nothing to prove (ah), I'm a G without yang (ah)
Evolving more to earn my bread (ah, ah)
If you don't wanna grow, you're Peter Pan (ah)
My ass is pricey like JLo's (ah)
That's why she sits in the front row (ah)
That's why I charge a grand for the show
From being wasted at Elrow to the Super Bowl, ho

I wear the crown of South Madrid (yeah)
Even if it's made of thorns like Jesus (yeah)
I earned respect when I was cool (ah)
I did it headfirst like Zizou (ah)
I'm everywhere, like miso soup (ah)
I make them drop it down to the floor (ah)
Evisu jeans and daddy issues
Her ass looks like a tirami— (yo)

I wear the crown of South Madrid (yeah)
Even if it's made of thorns like Jesus (yeah)
I earned respect when I was cool (yeah)
I did it headfirst like Zizou (yeah)
I'm everywhere, like miso soup (yeah)
I make them drop it down to the floor (yeah)
Evisu jeans and daddy issues (yeah, yeah)
Her ass looks like a tiramisu

Words mean nothing in this life (no)
Deals are sealed with lines of cocaine
They talk behind your back and lie to your face
Ah, ah, I think he still breathes
Some love me, others hate me
I don't give a damn about their calls
This is a Ferris wheel, I tell my girl
And only the winner will write the story (uh)

Mom, I feel like Chayanne
I hit the stage and all the girls scream
I'm the eighth wonder, if you get it, it's normal
I'm the shit like Mozart, dressed in Golf Wang
There are no fairy tales here, just backstabs
A couple of bad copies and hooked models
Nobody gives you anything, just hard work
The heavy price of fame: Succeeding from a blowjob (bitch)

I wear the crown of South Madrid
Even if it's made of thorns like Jesus
I earned respect when I was cool (yeah)
I did it headfirst like Zizou (yeah)
I'm everywhere, like miso soup (ah)
I make them drop it down to the floor (ah)
Evisu jeans and daddy issues (ah)
Her ass looks like a tiramisu

Ah-ah, ah-ah
From Madrid