Freestyle 2/1

Ah, ah, ah-ah
It's Wall, it's Wall's beat, it's not for nothing
KayBlack, ye-yeah, ah
Ah, ah

Every sly one
Whether in a thong or lace, shows off in a little dress
Asks and raises
I won't even take off your panties, just put them to the side
Spinning loads, meeting goals
Smoking candles, I skip the thin
Left in a Jetta, returned in a Meca
With the blogger girl, the spitting image of OnlyFans

I pay your price, I raise your voucher
All the job girls want to get involved
Show your chest inside the base
I change your life with the @, baby

And inside the apartment goes crazy, crazy
Kissing the friend on the mouth and asks for a slap on the face and on the butt
Few for this comedy of a hat, coke
Spinning commerce in the mouth, force for the snitch and snitch, trouble
There are a thousand more homies, a thousand more troubles, black
If I don't come back, don't forget
Ask, your house is done and full
There's bread and wine on the table, darling

Ah, oh, oh

I remembered a few years ago
In my head a Glock, a cop on the walkie-talkie
(Steve, if the guys don't come with the deal, the summary is death)

Check the trunk, sir
Half in cash, half in the doc
(Everything okay there, guys, start collecting the—)

And I go back to the break behind the Loki
Who called the cops, was shocked
Burned tire, another greedy snitch wanting power
If you want war, better be armored and armed so you don't get screwed
AR-15 makes it dance
Step so hot like sauce sauce
Biting arm, alligator Lala
Setting the trend, I feel like Renner
Narcos friend like Escobar
Watched without being on Big Brother
Everyone looks at me, I feel like Neymar
I'm more like the revelation Mbappé

And inside the apartment goes crazy, crazy
Kissing the friend on the mouth and asks for a slap on the face and on the butt
Few for this comedy of a hat, coke
Spinning commerce in the mouth, force for the snitch and snitch, trouble
There are a thousand more homies, a thousand more troubles, black
If I don't come back, don't forget
Ask, your house is done and full
There's bread and wine on the table, darling
Under the shirt a silver piece and—

I hear and count shots and shots, tracers in my window
Run and hide kilos and bills
Flowers and petals in my greenhouse, homie
That bitch turned to the other side
Tried to tarnish my conduct
Pull my rap sheet, find no fault
Zero slip-up on the street
There are several who want to get involved
I make every moment count, love
Ask and I make it rain
I soak you with desire and liquor
And asks for it on the face and mouth, she sits, she sucks
This crazy one wants to steal my soul
And disposition and conduct is what results for you
Success on your journey

Ah, ah, yeah
Oh, oh, ah

(The guys are thinking life is GTA, huh, man)
(The end is sad)