DI CAPRIO (feat. Niky Savage)

At the start of the story, you showed up in my DMs
Don’t tell me, are you going to the Taylor Swift concert too?
You really know every damn song by heart?
The more I go bald, the more I look like Britney Spears
I commented on your TikTok, you’ve got a talent for dance
Dressed like Alessia Lanza while I play your man
You like techno, you vibe with Meloni
But let me guess, you study at Marangoni? (Eh-eh-eh, oh-oh-oh)

Excuse me, where were you on September eleventh? (Eh-eh-eh, oh-oh-oh)
Oh, you weren’t even born yet, so never mind

It’s two thousand four
I-I’m not DiCaprio
Can you take me to Cracco?
I’m not DiCaprio
Come on, paint me a portrait
I’m not DiCaprio, I’m not DiCaprio, I’m not DiCaprio
I wanna go to Capri
Oh, really?
You wanna be my daddy?
I-I’m not DiCaprio
Is that your Maserati?
I’m not DiCaprio

A-Friend of Johnny Depp, not DiCaprio
I don’t have LA friends, mine go to the stadium
You listen to podcasts and never turned on a radio
I wanna gift you a whole walk-in closet
But you’re not into materialism
Those rich snobs don’t leave you alone
Even if you ignore me, I’m a persistent guy
I can’t play both sides, that’s not my style
You’re a model, I’m a total mess
Do you know my friend Donatella Versace?

It’s two thousand four
I-I’m not DiCaprio
Can you take me to Cracco?
I’m not DiCaprio
Come on, paint me a portrait
I’m not DiCaprio, I’m not DiCaprio, I’m not DiCaprio
I wanna go to Capri (uah, uah, uah)

Wants to go to Capri, but I’m not DiCaprio (uah)
Too many girls wanna ride in a convertible (skrrt)
Too many potholes, I’m wrecking the Murciélago (ah)
Gold Medusa under the camo suit (muoh)
I’m hitting it like a panettone, but it’s not Balocco (uah)
I’m devouring it all like Hannibal Lecter (uoh)
You can’t control someone with block blood (eheh)
Don’t talk bad about those who pull your ears (muah)
Hey Fedez, fuck the exes
I don’t have chill, but I got Rolexes
Paparazzi are around (cheese)
Come on, damn, Federico (pfft)
My girl says: Big rappers, tiny dicks
If I start to suck, you can say I’m like you
If you wanna act tough, make sure you’re Silvio
Donatella matches me with the crucifix (bling, bling)

It’s two thousand four
I-I’m not DiCaprio
Can you take me to Cracco?
I’m not DiCaprio
Come on, paint me a portrait
I’m not DiCaprio, I’m not DiCaprio, I’m not DiCaprio
I wanna go to Capri
Oh, really?
You wanna be my daddy?
I-I’m not DiCaprio
Is that your Maserati?
I’m not DiCaprio
Can you give me my allowance?
No, I’m not DiCaprio, but you are (no, ahah)