Lamine Yamal (feat. Gips)

We're gonna break it all, from the North to the North Side
We're here, we're here, we're here
Bro, I'm coming down, just left the pharmacy
They say you're a hit machine
My back hurts, I’m gonna get a massage
I’ve got no worries left to break
Nah, don’t criticize people
Tomorrow, anything can happen

I’ve suffered too much, I’ve been pushed aside
I couldn’t count on you
I trust you when you give me my cash back
But hey, I’m still gonna count it again
The cops are here, my bro doesn’t act like a whore
He speeds up, he’s in
I’ve got friends still rolling
Just don’t insult them

Not the turkey
'Cause my friend, that’s how he rolls
I’m hungry
This year, the kid’s gonna show you his style
I’m quick like a bullet, you’re their job
I’m done with the lectures, kid
I leave that to their parents, it’s their job
I don’t give a damn about their bullshit

If you don’t know who I am, get lost
It’s worth some serious cash in Tourcoing
In Tourca or even at Pile
In grams or even in kilos
I’m quick like in high school
There’s no snitching here
Kid, I sell in the neighborhood
That’s why you didn’t see my face in high school

You thought about brother Antol?
The homie’s visiting his girl in the visiting room
He got a haircut, he’s got Boss Bottle
In life, there’s no battle
I’m cracking up, I’m under the influence, no hiding
At my place, no one’s sucking up
Bro, I wanna make some cash, don’t wait for it to snow
Tourcoing, 1-3 at Castellane

Ask around in the hood
Under the radar, I’m not into chit-chat, I got it
Even if I’m betting on the trap
Audi Sport, sport mode
I’m under Rapta, I pass in front of the clerk
I get snaps, you had dinner
She’s waiting for me fresh in her bed
Annie, I’m on the run

There’s the Skoda speeding in
Annie, I’m on the run
I dodge the cops, I go through Rue de la Baille
Annie, Annie
There’s some weed and some cash
My friend, it’s all about the money
I listen to rap and if it’s popping
Annie, Annie

I speed up like a bullet, it hurts
Annie, Annie
I pass like a bullet, it hurts
Annie, Annie
The bullet, it hurts
Annie, Annie
I’m with Gibson, from the Ali bank
Annie

It comes from the street, not from Neuilly
Oh yeah, it’s the hood life
It eats on the ground, it wants the Ferrari
Aha, Ian
It makes the clients leave
At the check, it’s hot
The cops are all over us, touching our balls
Re-equipped patrol, it’s getting annoying

She’s in tight clothes, I rip off her tight clothes
It’s losing its grip
I roll a fat one, I rip the grip
I fly like a kite
The cops are always around
They’re always messing with us, gotta pay up
When she misses the cash, we’re all happy
Trying to get by, we’re all happy

You’ve got the dicks not so much, you’ve got the dicks not so much
There’s drugs to sell and snitches to catch
Yeah, yeah
It’s the hood, it’s the street
I smoke weed and I make music
Even the cops wear Asics
Fuck the state
It’s the hood, it’s the street

Your pimps are falling, they only see the sky
It’s the queen in the trash
The BST attacks, she’s repping for herself, she’s beautiful
I’m not Tony Montana
But on TikTok, I see nothing but fakes
We know the ducks
They get shaved by the chumps
I’m with the mouse

Her barrette, she smiles at me
I pass by the cornice
I cross some girls who are acting cute
No testing here
Or else it’ll make you run
You’ll lose your balls
There won’t be any mice
We’re here!

It’s running
There’s the Skoda speeding in
Annie!
I’m on the run
I dodge the cops, I go through Rue de la Baille
Annie!
Annie!
There’s some weed and some cash
My friend, it’s all about the money

Who will listen to Bessif at full blast
Annie!
Annie!
I speed up like a bullet, it hurts
Annie!
Annie!
I pass like a bullet, it hurts
Annie!
Annie!
The bullet, it hurts
Annie!
Annie!
The bullet, it hurts