My Styka sings as if an1ka;
They see us - they have a panic in their eyes, on my back are the traces of her manic
And I rode this HOE to my brother, she fell under our influence
I’m twisting the paper like origami, your rap fucked up as if huli-galles
Your rap is garbage and it was removed by Walle, fuck it for garbage
(In this I am inaccessible)
I jumped in Rolls-Royce, it has stars
BBS Red as roses
From zero to one hundred five seconds like Forza
Bitch I went out of the comfort zone
Sipyus syrup - this is not Tantum Forte
Making dirt is my job
Making money is my habit
Sometimes behaving indecent (ahh)
Fuck her perfectly (ahh) she put me hard five
Gave her Chanel No5, I so want you to dance
All I accepted is not enough for me
Sober life so fucked me
Mixes Balenci and Uniqlo Like Met Gala
I'm going upstairs - I like a koala
My Styka sings as if an1ka;
They see us - they have a panic in their eyes, on my back are the traces of her manic
And I rode this HOE to my brother, she fell under our influence
I’m twisting the paper like origami, your rap fucked up as if huli-galles
Your rap is garbage and it was removed by Walle, fuck it for garbage
(In this I am inaccessible)
(Hey Nicky)
My Muvs with brothers are not suppressed (What)
Your words about us may be karaems (yeah)
Bro, I piled this shield, yes we are the brothers Karavaeva (GruH)
I feel like a mozzart, notes became tangible
We the best, bitch, dj khaled
Number 19, but I'm not talking about Covid
Imitate as you want, it does not miss
My brother is Bigfoot and he takes steps
He moves knowing that from success in the step
He rushes to study, the whole family is in shock (uh)
I'm inadequate with money so, bitch, call Ka $ hdami (dum-my)
I want myself a big wallet as if I'm Sheikh from Qatar (Dam)
We make non -fuels money, in our hands an expensive guitar (Rockstar Shield)
5 minutes ago I drove to your bitch without headlights (Merce)
At least a year ago, we sat and warmed up with the brothers at Spar’a (uh)
My Styka sings as if an1ka;
They see us - they have a panic in their eyes, on my back are the traces of her manic
And I rode this HOE to my brother, she fell under our influence
I’m twisting the paper like origami, your rap fucked up as if huli-galles
Your rap is garbage and it was removed by Walle, fuck it for garbage
(In this I do not get out of this)
