Cosa nostra (feat. Jaylap)
Fu-Fuck the opposition (fuck 'em)
7.62's hit his whip and flip the Honda Civic (brrt)
Pint of Wock', I'ma sip till the bottle finished (yeah)
And if it ain't Rado on the beat, then I ain't tryna listen (nah)
Glock .40, I just put thirty hollows in it (yeah)
And me and Rado like a Michael Jordan to Scottie Pippen (sheesh)
Mix the Wocky with the Perc and it got me itchin' (oh, shit)
My pockets on Popeye time
Man, that's a lotta chicken (that's a lotta chicken)
L.V. on my belt buckle (uh)
I'm a bread winner, I 'on't just rap, man, I got twelve hustles (yeah)
Twelve hundred on Balenciaga's, I 'on't even like 'em (nah)
Bitch, I got a chop with a mickey, I don't need to fight you
I'm just keepin' it three-hudred like I'm Leonitus (like I'm Leonitus)
Finna throw a dub in Gucci
I don't need the prices (I don't need the prices)
Here, you can hold these L's, you don't need a license
Bitch, I'm something like a Thai spot, 'cause I keep it spicy (yeah)
All this poison in my body, I'm a biohazard (uh-uh)
Fuckin' my bitch from the back, I'm a chiropractor (yeah)
Shit, 'cause every time I hit, it's a spinal fracture
Am I the G.O.A.T.? Hell yeah, that's my final answer
I just made a twenty K play and I smiled after (yeah)
I really started out with nothin', guess I climbed the ladder (I did)
Bitch, I'm really one of one, I'm a wild factor (uh-uh)
You should put a giant hat on, you a giant capper (woo, uh, sì)
Tu sei solo un cappero
Sto sippando arancione, ma non è un Aperol
Le-le-le-lean scende nella soda
Bi-bi-bi-bitch, tu sei bella soda (ba-ba-bah)
America più Italia come Cosa nostra (okay)
Americana, mangia bene se sta a casa nostra (gangnem)
I miei fan vogliono mandarmi molta lean per posta (uh, sì)
E in più lo fanno gratis, quindi non mi costa (ah)
Devi pagarmi se mi vuoi nel tuo podcast (pow-pow-pow-pow-pow)
Vengo dal 3000 come André degli OutKast
Queste baby voglion fare un giro sulla giostra (okay)
Continuo finché non divento worldstar (ehi)
Fai un tiro di 'sta roba, fra', ti smostra
La tua strofa vale un trentino, Valle d'Aosta (ahah)
Non mi fido delle banche, fra', vado in posta (ehi)
La polo rosa è di Lacoste
La polo rosa è di Lacoste
7.62's hit his whip and flip the Honda Civic (brrt)
Pint of Wock', I'ma sip till the bottle finished (yeah)
And if it ain't Rado on the beat, then I ain't tryna listen (nah)
Glock .40, I just put thirty hollows in it (yeah)
And me and Rado like a Michael Jordan to Scottie Pippen (sheesh)
Mix the Wocky with the Perc and it got me itchin' (oh, shit)
My pockets on Popeye time
Man, that's a lotta chicken (that's a lotta chicken)
L.V. on my belt buckle (uh)
I'm a bread winner, I 'on't just rap, man, I got twelve hustles (yeah)
Twelve hundred on Balenciaga's, I 'on't even like 'em (nah)
Bitch, I got a chop with a mickey, I don't need to fight you
I'm just keepin' it three-hudred like I'm Leonitus (like I'm Leonitus)
Finna throw a dub in Gucci
I don't need the prices (I don't need the prices)
Here, you can hold these L's, you don't need a license
Bitch, I'm something like a Thai spot, 'cause I keep it spicy (yeah)
All this poison in my body, I'm a biohazard (uh-uh)
Fuckin' my bitch from the back, I'm a chiropractor (yeah)
Shit, 'cause every time I hit, it's a spinal fracture
Am I the G.O.A.T.? Hell yeah, that's my final answer
I just made a twenty K play and I smiled after (yeah)
I really started out with nothin', guess I climbed the ladder (I did)
Bitch, I'm really one of one, I'm a wild factor (uh-uh)
You should put a giant hat on, you a giant capper (woo, uh, sì)
Tu sei solo un cappero
Sto sippando arancione, ma non è un Aperol
Le-le-le-lean scende nella soda
Bi-bi-bi-bitch, tu sei bella soda (ba-ba-bah)
America più Italia come Cosa nostra (okay)
Americana, mangia bene se sta a casa nostra (gangnem)
I miei fan vogliono mandarmi molta lean per posta (uh, sì)
E in più lo fanno gratis, quindi non mi costa (ah)
Devi pagarmi se mi vuoi nel tuo podcast (pow-pow-pow-pow-pow)
Vengo dal 3000 come André degli OutKast
Queste baby voglion fare un giro sulla giostra (okay)
Continuo finché non divento worldstar (ehi)
Fai un tiro di 'sta roba, fra', ti smostra
La tua strofa vale un trentino, Valle d'Aosta (ahah)
Non mi fido delle banche, fra', vado in posta (ehi)
La polo rosa è di Lacoste
La polo rosa è di Lacoste
Credits
Writer(s): Colorado Bralts, Enrico Giannini, Jordan Lapping, Andrea De Santi
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