PICASSO (feat. 3robi)

F-T
I'm on the beat with my boy Yassine
Ooh-ooh, sketching just like Picasso
Ooh-ooh, aiming just like Lasso

Making money easy, easy (easy)
You wanna mess with me? Go ahead, go ahead (ah)
Eating day and night for free
Food from the supermarkets
I think I gotta rob you (yeah)
Nothing personal (no)
Die-Ten poles in my hands (pow, pow, pow, pow)
I gotta quadruple them
I'm riding in a Maserati (ah)
I went on the run
Then I turned myself in
And made my own way

Met–, met those guys or that party (eh)
Here we shoot at your buddy (pow)
Since young, I'm a boss, we eat in Mocroe, we eat that nasi (tss)
Spa3, blow up the scene (motherfucker)
Long guys who scare, long guys who help
Shooting, no cash [?], street shit 'cause we come from far
Guns and drugs on the highway (pow)
[?] ain't going my way (pow, mother–)

3robi mayne Spow-pow
Friends arrived by boat
Brain's frozen, money in heaps
Acting tough, no I'm not that good
I'm not nice, I'm not a magician
If I got drugs on me, they disappear
Turn it, turn it in all the zones
My stuff's in every square (oeh, yeah)

Ooh-ooh, sketching just like Picasso
Money's my addiction, I don't need anything else (pow, pow, pow)
Ooh-ooh, aiming just like Lasso
Salvatore Ferragamo, G Class looks like a tank
(O-O-O) ooh-ooh, sketching just like Picasso
Money's my addiction, I don't need anything else (pow, pow, pow)
(O-O-O) ooh-ooh, aiming just like Lasso
Salvatore Ferragamo, G Class looks like a tank

They've called me crazy more than once, put me aside
I wanna leave so I don't see your faces
I'm still in the hood 'cause deep down the ghetto fascinates me
(I'm still in the hood 'cause it fascinates me)

Ey, Chahid
F-T

I'm a sba3, I'm a lion, I'm with Simba
Chillin' in luxury, I'm a gangster, jungle in the Bimma
On the Vespa with the Glocks, kinda like rwina
Crimi mdima, everywhere I earn Moët (uoh)
Rwina, rwina, too much noise, can’t ban chi chinwi
I make moves, Rey Mysterio, holes in the gut (pah, pow)
We make money, slot machine, they break your jaw
I don't talk to the marshal, iron under the saddle (uoh, uoh, uoh, uoh)

Glock. 9 like Vieri, fuck the Carabinieri
Loco drerrie, with the guns, we make noise
[?] from to Tangier, AMG on that ferry
Nike Tech arrie or walilo in a Merrie
NPT, Spow Business: Spow-pow on your little legs
I'm out at night, I like to commit crimes (a-a-ah, ah)
Kalashnikov, it ain't BBs
I want a Rolls-Royce with Tiffany interiors
Running from the heat, I'm sweating like crazy (uoh, uoh, uoh, uoh, mhm)