XABAT

(Jump off, Gang is too savage)
(Gang)

Back then I couldn't close my eyes, I believe demons were under my bed (Bang)
Today they accompany me and talk to me, but now those are demons in my head
Change clothes, kill on impulse, see tattoo records in pictures and newspapers
Write down, masked niggas getting out of stolen BMWs in Nike Tech
Bando baby, Bando Gs, Bando party at release (Rrah, rrah)
Moneymaker, money moves, money hustle, make my dough (Grr, grr)
Lo-lo-long clip on my hip on the rooftop
Shoot like moonwalks, slide with tour blog
Bad B on my D, but then goes from snus knock
Tell her: I have to go, and then do a moonwalk

I have no high school diploma, but street education, A+ in mental math (A+)
You still owe me (Eh), you have to expect a bullet in your head (Boom)
Block session (Ding-dong), perpetrator disappeared, but no trace (Haha)
Under pressure, must break the block (Always), the cops, they're searching around the clock
Dry sift, frozen, Afghan
Just say what and I'm your contact man (Boom)
Jamaican, a real badman (Boom)
Pay for protection, but act like Arslan (Pussy)
Th-th-the whole Bando bugged, keep my Xabat on you
Battyboy, dance (Dance), all my niggas are sick (Haha)
I advise you, when you see me, run as fast as you can

Real Gs roll in the Maybach, full commitment, none of you is bulletproof (Yes, yes, yes, yes)
Undercovers around me, keep going, Lyca card, pull out my Xabat and I shoot (Yes, yes, yes, yes)
Real Gs roll in the Maybach, full commitment, none of you is bulletproof
Undercovers around me, keep going, Lyca card, pull out my Xabat and I shoot

A pounding sound, no help where I live, but used to it (Pow)
Don't talk on the phone, Harraga wants the million like Corleon' (Yes, yes, yes)
Role model Tony Montana, even little kids are armed (Pow)
Plo-plo-lead or silver, all my money goes to Maghreb (Ah, yes, yes, yes)
No face, no case, cap low, have my enemy in sight (-sier)
Do Arwena in the neighborhood, get everything from the jeweler
Disguised and that every night, b-b-with Glizz, Akhi (Pow)
For the euros, make noise, until I roll in the Ferrari (Ah, yes, yes, yes)

Eight hundred horses, diamond bets, pure Grey Goose, bitches see stars (Ey)
Yayo, [?] keeps warm, location Paris, roll in the Ferrari (Eh)
Turnover, lots of money, euros in Bitcoin, it's about millions (A lot, a lot of money)
Transactional, my bella, eyes sparkle, inflatable boat, Europe
Bitch-bitches want Bela, until Glock comes out
Cali is top, comes from London (Wouh)
Believe me, even cops feel the song
Hustle, paranoia through the draft (Rrah, rrah)
Fast on the go (Tach, tach)
It's about the Es
We're on parole and fucking the system
RS, heading to Belgium

Real Gs roll in the Maybach, full commitment, none of you is bulletproof (Yes, yes, yes, yes)
Undercovers around me, keep going, Lyca card, pull out my Xabat and I shoot (Yes, yes, yes, yes)
Real Gs roll in the Maybach, full commitment, none of you is bulletproof
Undercovers around me, keep going, Lyca card, pull out my Xabat and I shoot

Press the RS, let the exhaust burn (Boom)
My customers look like Venom (Yes)
A shot in your head, you bastard deserve it
On your knees, push kick in the face (Boom)
Nine my protection, come, test (Hah)
Three bullets through the chest with MAC-10
Under the radar, push kilo bags
Wrong track, hard to steer
You runners like puppets, I pull up with Gs in big G-Wagons
Fuck your baby mama in Adiletten, she says: I'm in love
All-black tracksuit, tracksuit tech fleece
Park in the tour bus all the thotties
Damage, sakat, back on fleek
(Damage, sakat, back on fleek)

You want problems? Then come (Come)
This is concrete edition, there's an immediate reaction
Explosive ammunition, rattle, shoot until the throne (Rrah)
Look outside, the sky is gray
All your dreams, falling to dust
Hopes goodbye, Bela is loud
Soul frozen, hands are numb
Send you Harragas, who rip your money
Rapper with an [?]
Fresh from Massari, storm your party
Twenty-four-seven active under Paris
Everyone wants Bela, it ends with barking, maybe I'll be in a cell tomorrow
Big man, making constant waves, backhand, pat, for your barking

Real Gs roll in the Maybach, full commitment, none of you is bulletproof (Yes, yes, yes, yes)
Undercovers around me, keep going, Lyca card, pull out my Xabat and I shoot (Yes, yes, yes, yes)
Real Gs roll in the Maybach, full commitment, none of you is bulletproof
Undercovers around me, keep going, Lyca card, pull out my Xabat and I shoot