Ya Ganamos
Piero 47
We Won
DB-DB-DB-DBS on the beat, yeah
Forty Seven Gang
We won
There's a stash of kilos and if we smoke 'em
We do nothing but business, that's how we roll
Just like we talk
We leave 'em tied up and we speed away
If I see a blurry car, I'm sending it back
We let 'em drop like gravity
We don’t stop for the cops in the Mercedes CLA
I don’t get caught in the trap
Whoever walks with God always wins (blessed)
All your themes make me yawn
And with the 47s, even the cops and judges get counted
By the mouth, the judges, ah
We’re making money like we’re supposed to
Baby, find me on Insta: Counting millions
It's me, the one in Giuseppe, the rest are clones
Beretta, CZ, Bersa, and Glock with extensions
Talking big to me, I can flex back
I left Rondizzoni to hit Gucci and spend
We don’t stop counting, they gotta deal with it
(Forty Seven Gang, Yakuza Mafia)
We won
You know the mosquitoes always win
Now we don’t check the price of what we buy
We hit the club and tear it up, crushing your crew
We won
You know the mosquitoes always win
Now we don’t check the price of what we buy
We hit the club and tear it up, crushing your crew
In the streets, we’re all about that hustle, I’m C and F
I don’t have a label, company, or boss
We’re cruising in the X5 through the area
With the whole crew hunting for cash
Just turned 20 and I’m on my third hectare
Before 17, all my clothes were from Italy
I always roll with my angel who keeps me safe from the bad
Long clips and normal ones, full plastic and metal
We’re stacking more, Rolex, Piguet Audemars
Louis Vuitton shining brighter than your career, shining more
We give the girls more if they ask for more
In the trap, we sound loud, and you? Nothing happens
I don’t think they’re out on the streets, if they’re just snitching
I’d rather make the moves than be cooperating
I’m with the usual crew, we’re always looking
In the streets and in the music, we’re getting paid
We won
You know the mosquitoes always win
Now we don’t check the price of what we buy
We hit the club and tear it up, crushing your crew
We won
You know the mosquitoes always win
Now we don’t check the price of what we buy
We hit the club and tear it up, crushing your crew
