Itália

It's the mulatto, mullas bayb
That's lebasi
(Iv trapstar waridú)
Lebasi, lebasi

I just came from Geneva
But my swag came from Italy
Rolling around in a range
With a drill named Amália
My wrist is all mined
Like I went to mine in Bulgaria
There are many bombs on the road
The people couldn't handle it, like in Somalia

My body is full of drip
Look at me, I have a cold yeah
Shawty damn, it's like this
She touched me, got a cold yeah
Ass inside a VX
Your lady is a bitch, taking pics yeah
The magala is like this
It's all your way, but talk behind your back
(No no no)

Neck ice cold
I have Givenchy on my flip-flops
Your man is a big fool
Talk about me and I don't even see him, see him
Real nigga who claims to be a real nigga
Doesn't trade bros for women
Everything you've been planting
Motherfucker, one day you'll reap

Competing with us doesn't make sense
We're so fucking awesome, they lose their minds
Ivandro and Riko is suicide
Rappers don't like us, we lock down the new school
If you want to come against us
First drink just a Red Bull
I don't give a shit about what they're going to say
They talk so much, it hurts them to see me grow
Best group, that doesn't mean they don't want to say
Always winning, we won't cool down
I always win, even if I'm losing
My swag nigga always matching
Full of Givas, I'm even getting lost
So much shine, shine

Nigga see how I do it, I just give a cape
New school can't handle it, I just give a maboque
When we arrive, we mess things up
They call us a village, if we give touches
My guys support me, my guys hug me
But if you move, the guy straightens up
A lot of bastard thinks they can compete with all my gang
Then they reject

And I'm shining with LV, shawty what do you want
Beef with me, don't call Iv
I'll invest more than a thousand in my feet
Devil by my side, but you don't see
It's not stupidity
I do free fast, but without speed
They can come, everyone knows, I take ten
Talk to me, but talk about cash, cash
Loubie in the form of a sandal
Roll in Geneva with a drill Amália
Giant mines like I'm in Bulgaria
There are so many bombs, I blow up Somalia, Mália
I have Dolce on my bib, wey doesn't pretend
Full of brands like I'm a king
You don't touch me, I touch Uíge
Your drill says I'm the fav singer

I just came from Geneva
But my swag came from Italy
Rolling around in a range
With a drill named Amália
My wrist is all mined
Like I went to mine in Bulgaria
There are many bombs on the road
The people couldn't handle it, like in Somalia

I just came from Geneva
But my swag came from Italy
Rolling around in a range
With a drill named Amália
My wrist is all mined
Like I went to mine in Bulgaria
There are many bombs on the road
The people couldn't handle it, like in Somalia