hear 'em lip singin' my lyrics
taliban on 'em fuck bro's
pray i cost a hundred grand for a guest show
keep my bitches comin' from my bands and my dress code
middle finger to you ruble diggers
i put my phone on silence
here comes my whoadies wilin'
they brought that dope shit with 'em
but we ain't and smoke & ridin'
we run up in the studio violent
bruh fuckin up the beats - i designed 'em
they know that moloko run shit
shining like a motherfuckin' diamond
siianie glaznitsy potukhlo
popytka menia shtrafanut' -- eto glupo
sily svyshe dumali ia nachal tonut'
no za 25 ne kanul ko dnu v griaznom donu
kvadraty vo fruity loops -- eto tetris
o.t zapertyi v budke -- ne plennik
potainye karmany na kurtke
i odin iz nikh -- karman dlia nakurki
tut patsy ne duraki na pereulke
mnoi byl chitan kriostnyi otets"