[Intro]
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
Money down, yeah
Put it all in, we're shooting bad, like from cox, ye
Pack, run, run away from saying it's on NOS, yeah
She asks for beef, I hit her cunt like a fool, yeah
It sucks
You're a great artist, put your dick through the speakers
Talk shit like a skunk, yeah
You're a big dick, 9mm a bullet

[Stanza]
I don't have anything to prove
L's in the record
You fuck yourself up on the internet, you're a big dick
I screw them up
Tampons, Libresse
OBs, XS
I live what I dream of
I have everything you aim for
I have what you are working on
I'm thе one you believе in
Which you don't want to see
Which you keep hating
With which you keep trying
With which you fail
Restart, I revive you
And Satan came out, I swear mother dies
I got back into shape, ready to bring the drama
I put the needles in my leg, educate panarama
I hold her by the neck, she passed out, she didn't even realize it
Terror to all, more like Osama
Gaboris come, I plant samples, I cut myself with the blade
You say I'm a plastic artist, I disfigure the person
I swear I cut people in front of my mother
I have a big street behind me, they won't look for you to burn you
I'll tell you a secret, your mother didn't want to give birth to you
They all have facts on the tracks, let's go to the street and put it on guard
They all sell materials, they all have a shitload of merchandise
Dealerașu' collects, only if he waits for it
Traficantu' collects, sends, recovers
Look how I teach you, you have the recipe on the tray
I make life an art, the black belt on the street
[Chorus]
Money down, yeah
Put it all in, we're shooting bad, like from cox, ye
Pack, run, run away from the word that it's on the nose, yeah
She asks for beef, I hit her cunt like a fool, yeah
It sucks
You're a great artist, put your dick through the speakers
Talk shit like a skunk, yeah
You big dick, 9mm a bullet, ye