Coffre Plein (feat. Maes, Zed)
Koba LaD
Full Trunk (feat. Maes, Zed)
And even if it's tough, I hold it together and stay real
These bitches smell my cash, cling to my locks like leeches
It's too hot, it's stressful but I'm here, even if it’s a drag
With a bit of luck, another case that goes nowhere
On the left sidewalk, lurking like a hawk
A fire extinguisher, we clean it all up, effective when there's a fight
We get cocky when it’s about kilos of weed
Damn, here, ice blocks sell like snowflakes
Sku, sku, sku, the cops are at the door at 6 AM
The judge has me in her sights (in her sights)
Sku, sku, sku, the cops are at the door at 6 AM
The judge has me in her sights (yeah, in her sights)
Oh
The trunk is full, cousin
Come on, let’s go now, come on, let’s go now, come on, let’s go now
Look at me closely, cousin
I won’t look at you, I’m gonna bombard you, it’s straight to the fight
I look shady (sixty), I’m just really savage
I’ll smash your bulb, the bayonet if you threaten me online (bang)
Bang, bang, the 9 millimeter is in the gang-bang
The ground is tight, close the door behind you, I’m full, full
If the cops are patrolling at noon, it’s so you don’t eat in the afternoon
Oh, oh, the kids got it, they’re a thousand, we don’t even know who’s spreading
Sku, sku, sku, the cops are at the door at 6 AM
The judge has me in her sights (in her sights)
Sku, sku, sku, the cops are at the door at 6 AM
The judge has me in her sights (yeah, in her sights)
Oh
The trunk is full, cousin
Come on, let’s go now, come on, let’s go now, come on, let’s go now
Look at me closely, cousin
I won’t look at you, I’m gonna bombard you, it’s straight to the fight
They make a big deal, they freak out over grams
I don’t care about the color, we’ll all be judged by our souls
I trust the animal more than I trust people (more than people)
Madam judge, it’s not me, it’s the others’ fault
We hold the blocks, they hold their dicks
We sell coke, shit, weed until midnight (until midnight)
You might catch me in an RS, Audi, or a Piwi
I cash dirty, dirty bills, kiwi-colored cash
In front of the cop, I go mute, I lose my hearing
I’m Moroccan but I was born in the land of Louis (but nah)
You know my Uzi isn’t worn out, I calm your madness (yeah, yeah)
I get more with a gun than by being polite
Sku, sku, sku, the cops are at the door at 6 AM
The judge has me in her sights (in her sights)
Sku, sku, sku, the cops are at the door at 6 AM
The judge has me in her sights (in her sights)
Oh
The trunk is full, cousin
Come on, let’s go now, come on, let’s go now, come on, let’s go now
Look at me closely, cousin
I won’t look at you, I’m gonna bombard you, it’s straight to the fight
Sku, sku, sku, the cops are at the door at 6 AM
The judge has me in her sights
Sku, sku, sku, the cops are at the door at 6 AM
The judge has me in her sights
Oh
The trunk is full, cousin
Come on, let’s go now, come on, let’s go now, come on, let’s go now
Look at me closely, cousin
I won’t look at you, I’m gonna bombard you, it’s straight to the fight
Now, now