6Tie (feat. Harri Houdini) - Julius Keisari

Uh, don't know what it took to have the time to break this pack down No handouts, lockin' off the trap house Whole lotta glizzys, nigga, please do not get ran down They sad, how? 'Cause a nigga brag now Rackades for cash out Cappin' from his damn mouth Can't escape, those tool out Think I need a new pound now I think he needs some new bands now They know my gang the hardest out I need 30 in this glizz to make it back out 18 to 36, I finesse the trap house My diamonds dancin' like they overloadin', crash now Bring back the dead now, who you want me bring back? My trap's the trap, trap He sneaky, backlash School of the hard knocks .40 in the backpack I take that loyalty to the heart so please don't backstab And this glizzy a friend of mine, just like a real friend Impressed now, she and I gonna get these real bands He talkin' all that crazy shit on the internet But I ain't with that My shooters split shit My niggas drive shit and send shit out like spaceships Uh, don't know what it took to have the time to break this pack down No handouts, lockin' off the trap house Whole lotta glizzys, nigga, please do not get ran down They sad, how? 'Cause a nigga brag now Rackets for cash out Cappin' from his damn mouth Can't escape, those tool out Think I need a new pound now I think he needs some new bands now They know my gang the hardest out He need some new bands Think he need some new friends I gave him new swag Gucci with some New Balance Ball like March Madness Not like the Dallas Mavericks, ay Had to back it up like a alibi Brr, ice it up, I don't panic, ay He just seem to vanishin' Way too neat, can't manage him On the block, he go again They can't even notice him I'm in the trap with packages Most of them can't manage it I'm on the block with savages None of them not innocent Fuck with the kid, 'cause I'm so lit And kinda dangerous I had to come up off of nip In the trap I had to live He lookin' drippy, got turned to a lick He runnin' around and he losin' his stick She runnin' around and finessin' a trick They wanna know what Houdini did To break this pack down Handouts Trap house, uh Nigga, please do not get ran down, no, no Uh, don't know what it took to have the time to break this pack down No handouts, lockin' off the trap house Whole lotta glizzys, nigga, please do not get ran down They sad, how? 'Cause a nigga brag now Rackets for cash out Cappin' from his damn mouth Can't escape, those tool out Think I need a new pound now I think he needs some new bands now They know my gang the hardest out

(Wow) 'Toy con mi bro, con mi sangre Antes que estar broke, mejor me desangre ¿Qué tengo en la copa? Adivinaste Houdini shit, aparece al instante Si llama la A.F.I.P, soy solo estudiante (Hahaha) Me vuelvo cray' cuando estoy en el booth Mi bro con los packs, tiene ese boof Estos raperos están llenos de bullshit Mi twiz quema droga que parece Bullrich (Wow) Mis bolsillos 'tan full Dos double cup y ya veo to' en blur Pongo la plata a twerkear, un temblor Me ves por la calle vestido de sport Viene otra tanda, ya viene el transporte Esto es Fuck fame, mejor que te comportes (Wow) Mi puta es mala y boujee (Se!) Hablan de Smoke como si fuese Woo (Pop) 'Toy 'tan helado que me siento Gucci (Burr) 'Toy 'tan arriba que me siento like, wow! Pour four más (Huh?) Por los racks (Huh) Vos vas dumb (Huh?) Y yo voy dumb hard (Yeah) (Wow) 'Toy con mi bro, con mi sangre Antes que estar broke, mejor me desangre ¿Qué tengo en la copa? Adivinaste Houdini shit, ando con Clúster (Yeah) Vos queres algo así vale ten thousand (Ha) Antes de yo estar broke me pongo en pause 'Toy buscando ese guap con mi pe causa Ese guap aparece en un instante (Brrr) Yeah, wow Esta plata blue and yello-ow Doin' money by my own lil hoe (Damn) En la cuenta sumo cero-o-oh (Si!) Te diseño el pantalón lil hoe (Lil hoe) Con mi compa hacemos jazz, wow Con mi compa fumo gas, strong (It's strong) Yo no quiero fama, never! (Never!) Yo no quiero ese fucking clout (No) No soy carpintero, estoy fumando woo-o-od (Uuh-uh) Orgulloso de mi flush (Uuh-uh, uh) Con mi slime yo fumo Ku-u-u-kush! (Kush) Estamos en Kuala Lumpu-u-u-ur! No soy carpintero estoy fumando woo-o-od (Uh, uh, uh) No soy carpintero, en el bolsillo tengo cien horneros (Haha) Tengo el queso, lil hoe, soy pizzero (Brrr) Sipping mud, mi vaso parece un chiquero (Ha!) Houdini shit, vos te pensas que es fake Te la vamos a dar por traicionero (Por gil) Mi bro no se que tenia en el vaso Pero ahora esta hablando en hebreo (Habibi) Vos ni de cerca estas en el nivel Me llega ropa por el correo, uh (Brrrrr) (Drumgod)

Αλυσίδες στον λαιμό μου σαν να είμαι ο Yung Harry όλα gucci τόσο fly ο πρώτος ραππερ στο φεγγάρι αν δεν είναι για λεφτά, πες στο τηλ να μην με πάρει και αν δεν έχετε δουλειά, μην μου πρίζετε το παπάρι yaw Θέλαν ο Snik να πεινάσει τώρα αλυσίδες Versace λεν' δεν το ζούμε εντάξει σαμπάνια στο πάρτι του Λάτση φωνάζω γαμιούνται οι μπάτσοι γελάω και μπαίνω στο αμάξι σκάω με τον Sniper στην Νάπα μαύρα ελικόπτερα apache 20 shows τον μήνα για σας ούτε ευρώ δεν θα μείνει πετάμε τους ραππερς στην θάλασσα εξαφανίζονται Harry Houdini μη μου μιλάς για το στέμα μη μου μιλάς για τον θρόνο μη μου μιλάτε για ρούχα μη μου μιλάς για τον δρόμο Molly molly molly flex ρίξε στην σαμπάνια ανεβαίνω solo δίχως διαφημιστική καμπάνια RIP Rest In Peace για ποιον χτυπάει η καμπάνα Yung Harry Erik Weisz Ferrari Montana Harry Houdini ΠΟΥΦΦ εξαφανίζω τους ραππερς Harry Houdini ΠΟΥΦΦ όταν πατάω στο booth όλοι μιλάνε για μένα, δεν έχω χρόνο για αυτούς δεν θα μιλάτε για μπάρες, δεν θα μιλάτε για views x2 Harry Houdini You never see me I know you hear me tho While you are hatin' we celebratin' Now you see me now you don't That's how we hussle the dope That's how we switch up the floor (Greece) In Athens with Athena Thessaloniki with Niki My Greek Queens get freaky The Greek Gods are with me I'm a Semi-God Got that Semi Automatic on I'm the one I say the titan and I'm like Κratos I bring the fire Gucci-Versace-Giuseppe We ship it at first then we sell it Shipping that White to Albania Foureira x3 Syntagma σήμα μπουρδέλο Ninja Turtle Donatello Mu dude's rude boy with big bands In the top titles for my greek fans Yaw Snik (It's me...) x4 Harry Houdini ΠΟΥΦΦ εξαφανίζω τους ραππερς Harry Houdini ΠΟΥΦΦ όταν πατάω στο booth όλοι μιλάνε για μένα, δεν έχω χρόνο για αυτούς δεν θα μιλάτε για μπάρες, δεν θα μιλάτε για views x2

Slatt, slatt Gats on gats, oh, straps all in the backseat (In the back, all up in the back seat) Gats on gats Got straps all up in the back seat, yo Packs on packs so Please, don't you harass me, no Who that boy, though? Not from no Degrassi though Who that bitch? Uh, movin' kinda nasty, oh Gats on gats Got straps all up in the back seat, yo Packs on packs so Please, don't you harass me, no Who that boy, though? Not from no Degrassi though Who that bitch? Uh, movin' kinda nasty, oh Straps on straps Got shooters in the backseat, oh She a freak She fuckin' to my tracks, oh oh Free the guys They told me heard me on the radio So I can't slip, I keep my stick My whole gang, they tryna score And I talk fast, uh All these niggas cappin', oh Oh snap, 'cause they done leaked his photo In the back and I got me a 44, oh Make him giddy up Like the horse up on his Polo I'm on the road I'm makin' plays just like it's Madden MCM hold my hammer, I perc with fashion These niggas don't want no smoke They don't want no static Fuck the doctor We gon' send your homie to a casket And fuck the doctor We gon' send your homie to a casket We ain't runnin' on no hardwood for a basket She say that she want a savage, a little lavish Run up on him, let him have it, fatal damage (Oh) slatt, slatt (run up on him like oh) (Shoutout my nigga J Neat, man) Straps all in the backseat, yo (In the back, all up in the back seat, yo) Gats on gats Got straps all up in the back seat, yo Packs on packs so Please, don't you harass me, no Who that boy, though? Not from no Degrassi though Who that bitch? Uh, movin' kinda nasty, oh Gats on gats Got straps all up in the back seat, yo Packs on packs so Please, don't you harass me, no Who that boy, though? Not from no Degrassi though Who that bitch? Uh, movin' kinda nasty, oh Ay, ay, she kinda nasty, yo Ay, ay, she a battri ho Ayy, ayy, I'm in my bag, get some more In my bag, get some more Pop a tag, get some more Ayy, baby, I be on the road Baby, I be on the go Baby, I be gettin' dough Ay, she poppin' bottles, that's for sure Poppin' xannies, that's for sure Do the gang, you gotta go Uh, ay, do the gang, you gotta go In the trap, I let it snow M Sav, he gon' let it blow Free K Sav up on the road Then we just rock another show She give me top, but goin' low Couldn't stop, she such a pro Never disrespect the bros Before I go and sell my soul I'd rather sell a brick of dope In the field, you tryna cope In the field, we tryna score Sniper gang, we totin' scopes Ask her what's her horoscope I'ma need you to play your role (Play your role, play your role, play your role) (I don't really need you, lil' ho) (I just really need, though) Slatt, slatt (I don't really need no more) Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, wass Gats on gats Got straps all up in the back seat, yo Packs on packs so Please, don't you harass me, no Who that boy, though? Not from no Degrassi though Who that bitch? Uh, movin' kinda nasty, oh Gats on gats Got straps all up in the back seat, yo Packs on packs so Please, don't you harass me, no Who that boy, though? Not from no Degrassi though Who that bitch? Uh, movin' kinda nasty, oh Kinda nasty, I'm in the back seat Shouldn't love me...