04:25 (feat. KayBlack)

4:25 in the early morning the police are making noise and there's no mystery
Did the mule bring new cargo (or what?)
Or did your uncles bump into the girls and plan something serious
Clandestine party, just full cups
Neighborhood party, tomorrow at 7 am I'll be up
But tonight the crew is going to fly away
Precipice crew, just all night long
Madness with craziness, it's wild
The shine comes from the soul and the old folks asking
If it's the chain or the weight of the wallet
And I won't even get into the subject of money
Big eyes are like that: They suck up and only take the leftovers
Let them know it's a party in the ghetto, buddy
Don't invite 40 crazy people to stay dry
Put the ice in her glass, oh
Put it wherever she wants
Let her, let her, she doesn't complain
Tastes like plum, fucks my geisha so well
It's happening, it's happening
The beauties are already getting involved
(It already happened, see?)
We are the supreme bosses
After the kiss I gave her
I understood why she's a poisonous girl
And the party is good if it plays funk and rap
If there are women, whiskey, music, and weed
The good old folks don't deny it
The crime rolls firm, boss
And if all tickets run out it's Costa with Kayblack

I removed the exhaust from the 150, it's the goat
I have the touch gift
The drak don't stop for a roll cake
The info sings, I take some Lacoste Polo
I'm handsome in Nike, she's beautiful in Cyclone
I'm in the hood, old man, where are you guys?
I'm in trouble with the sister-in-law
It's already four something, have you guys pulled a crew or not?
I'm in the clandestine, rescue me

I'm fancy, I already passed through the forest
I got the multistrada with the blood red tank
Uh, today is the flight
Call the pink flags, I'm going to attack with the crew
To wet the words
Bring down Ballentines, the real Band water
Uh, it looks like Arabia
Where the leather eats, it's five girls on each guy

Yeah, good party has chicks
Has whiskey and weed
She wants to give it to Predella, to me and to KayBlack
High on loló, send this bitch, Layback
I've lost count of the shots, like five, six, seven?
I mix all these drugs in the juice
The bang is rough and we spend all the profit from rap and funk
Kayblack, I swear: What's up, Nog, are you good?
For the dirty guys it's just a black trunk punch
I don't want to fight, if I go to the party you know
Just increase the bass of the sound that today my mind stops in Bali
Just big butts at the party, one for each in the garage
Tell me, which one attracts you, Maseratti, Porsche or Ferrari?
Sex machine, I'm an animal
She doesn't know if she shakes the can or sucks my dick
Look at this cool party
I didn't even see the sun rise and it's not even close to the end, bitch

I'm fancy, I already passed through the forest
I got the multistrada with the blood red tank
Uh, today is the flight
Call the pink flags, I'm going to attack with the crew
To wet the words
Bring down Ballentines, the real Band water
Uh, it looks like Arabia
Where the leather eats, it's five girls on each guy