Beldia

They disrespect each other and then hug it out
And then hug it out
Yo, is that Fanch?

They disrespect each other and then hug it out
What kind of values did they have at home? (Ah)
I laugh at their threats
The skinny guy is looking for the stash

Sealed pack of Beldia
Crosses the border to Perpignan
Squat houses from Solvia
Guns coming in from Albania

Material from the south heading north
Six bags pressed in sports balls
You spray some cologne, I’ll call the transport
From a kilo of pure, you get two cuts

I make them fly without a passport
Then I call Hassan to get a cut
Let them talk about me, I don’t think I care
I only hang with those who bring something to the table

They talk about opps, knives, and all that (All that)
I want all the cash, I want the total (-tal)
I dream of smashing their heads like glass
Or killing a cop like Rosa Peral (Paw)

I call my bro, ask him: What’s up?
How’s the sale going? He says it’s hot (Paw)
In business, you can’t trust (Nah)
We’re not sweet, we come from Salt

Hello, hello, the phone rings
The packages are coming in by truck
Watch out, the feds have information
Express shipping like on Amazon

Hello, hello, the phone rings
The packages are coming in by truck
Watch out, the feds have information
Express shipping like on Amazon

They disrespect each other and then hug it out (mm)
What kind of values did they have at home?
I laugh at their threats (Ha, ha)
The skinny guy is looking for the stash

Sealed pack of Beldia
Crosses the border to Perpignan
Squat houses from Solvia (Rrh)
Guns coming in from Albania (Paw)

Life of a bandit, 200 in the passenger seat, the 3azzi
Heading to Paris in flip-flops from Brazil
We got used to it, it’s become easy (Easy)
Nador, Mali, we roll into your block like Yamakasi
I pick up drops like it’s a taxi (Yo, is that Fanch?)
Face covered in case of any paparazzi

California weed sold by the ounce
You don’t know what’s inside that Corsa
I stick you up, take the bag
On the street, man, there’s no refunds
Since morning making the deal

Always active, man, I don’t get tired (Nah)
Still in the hood, here we don’t rest
Doing business with Samo and Danso
I wake up early, looking for the hustle (Hustle)

I make the rounds, they don’t see my moves
Famous in the streets, you’re just on Insta
Green bills, I’ve become racist
Out at night, dressed in Kipsta
Need for Speed when I hit the highway (Skrr, skr, r, skrr, skrr)
The cops in the distance, I lose them from sight
Cross the border, the skinny guy throws them off (Hehe; shh)

They disrespect each other and then hug it out (Mm)
What kind of values did they have at home?
I laugh at their threats (Ha, ha)
The skinny guy is looking for the stash

Sealed pack of Beldia
Crosses the border to Perpignan (Rrh)
Squat houses from Solvia (Paw-paw-paw-paw)
Guns coming in from Albania

They disrespect each other and then hug it out
What the fuck?
Yo, is that Fanch?
Gang, gang, gang, gang