Maserati (V12) Auf der Party (bis morgens um sechs) Shake Body (shake, shake, shake, shake) Shake, shake, Baby, shake, shake Maserati (V12) Auf der Party (bis morgens um sechs) Shake Body (shake, shake, shake, shake, rrt) Shake, shake, Baby, shake, shake (ekho) Logo-Dreizack oder der Maybach (ja) Weiß nicht, geb' Gas, hol mal die Weiber (hah) Kein Modedesigner (nein), Der Pole auf Roller macht Kohle gemeinsam (wouh) Mein Film, zeig ihr dein Ding schon acht Uhr (ja) Fick' sie, dein Chick, mache die Nacht durch Achtung, achtung, mein Bruder war dort (rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah) Bullen im Auto, fahren zu Tatort Hol' mir die goldene Rolex (Rolex) Fülle den Magen auf und (ja) Wollten schon immer nach oben (oben) Hol' mir die Farben in bunt (rrah) Renn' weg, weil ich hab' die Patte (wooh) Bang-Bang-Style auf meine Feinde (ja) S-Benz Weiß, Krone an mei'm Arm (po-pow) Tendenz steigt, hol' mir die Scheine (pow) Maserati (V12) Auf der Party (bis morgens um sechs) Shake Body (shake, shake, shake, shake) Shake, shake, Baby, shake, shake Maserati (V12) Auf der Party (bis morgens um sechs) Shake Body (shake, shake, shake, shake) Shake, shake, Baby, shake, shake Ma ville ist deux-deux-neuf (sitz' im Park und rauch viel, Junge, deux,-deux-neuf) Haschisch im Shwuan, ah, Doch keiner checkt hier, man fickt mein'n Bruder (hatschi) Hol' den Batzen für vier, Mach' sie weg für sieben, jeden Tag tickt mein Bruder Hol' jeden, der dich abzieh'n will, runter Wenn heute nicht geht, fickst du morgen seine Mutter (bam-bam-bam-bam) Amcas, Kahbas, sagen: "Da, außeinander!" Grünne Bomben kommen und rollen wie Panzer (ja) Sandhandschuh, vollkontakt, Weil fette Frauen wollen beim Sex volle Macht Illegal, Handel mit Drogen wie Piraten in Senegal, hab' ich Bock (bam-bam) Diggi, fick' die Krone vom Burger King, G-Star, Prestos, kein Burberry (ja) No Therapy auf Dr. Dre Ich mach' sie 2pac – "All Eyez on Me" (Bye, bye) Bro says: "Smoke Weed", aber kein Kombi Ekho, die Lage ist Psi (ja, ja, ja, ey, ja, ja) Ekho, die Lage ist Psi (ja, ja, ja) Ekho, die Lage ist Psi, deux-deux-neuf ma ville (rrah) Maserati (V12) Auf der Party (bis morgens um sechs) Shake Body (shake, shake, shake, shake) Shake, shake, Baby, shake, shake Maserati (V12) Auf der Party (bis morgens um sechs) Shake Body (shake, shake, shake, shake) Shake, shake, Baby, shake, shake Wochen locker, morgen wird es hell, ja Mach' mein'n Kopf hoch, jede Woche im Hotel, ja Ich hab' Bock auf Woddis, ja, Sie bleibt da (ja, sie bleibt da, ha, ja, ja, ja) Schatten fall'n über Straßen, es geht bergauf V12, OL-Agenda (brrt) Punkt zwölf, ficke die Bänker (wrrm) Six neuf, Chaya will weghau'n (jo) Big göt, G-G-Gangbang (jo) Rick Ross, kalt wie Dezember (wooh) Warme Jacken sind fett, ich bretter' (jo) Kick durch, Bruder, morgen ist besser (jo) Ich tu's, Bleifuß, perfekt, ne? (jo, jo, jo, jo) Halt durch, Feind kommt mit Messer (Messer) Kampfkunst, Kung-Fu, mein Bester (Bester) Ein Fuß, ein Kopf und weg da (pow) Frontkicks auf Brust, ich setz' ab (eh) Gravur, "OL" auf Kette (jo) Straßenrap, Rap-Professor (jo) Komm, Schlampe, teste besser (pow) Bitte, bitte, wake up, wake up (pow, pow, pow, pow, pow) Maserati (V12) Auf der Party (bis morgens um sechs) Shake body (shake, shake, shake, shake) Shake, shake, Baby, shake, shake Maserati (V12) Auf der Party (bis morgens um sechs) Shake body (shake, shake, shake, shake) Shake, shake, Baby, shake, shake

D-d-don't you dare, don't do it How the fuck you expect me to act Sold crack in some old Air Max I tote straps 'cause I'm always solo Big stick, it look like a pogo Stick, fifty shots in the dick He got knocked out his fit Knocked out his shoes He got knocked out his kicks Got Dior on my fit, Dior on my shoes These hoes jumpin' dick to dick But you can't even trip You know they gon' choose This is a dirty stick But I still carry it with nothin' to lose I still know a couple niggas that I knew back in school They missin' some screws They'll really run up on niggas For a couple of hundred, a couple of blues So whenever it's drama time Me and all of mine, gon' be uppin' the tools Bitch we TTG Trained to go, ready for war, you ready to lose How the fuck you expect me to act Sold crack in some old Air Max I tote straps 'cause I'm always solo Big stick, it look like a pogo Stick, fifty shots in the dick He got knocked out his fit Knocked out his shoes He got knocked out his kicks Got Dior on my fit, Dior on my shoes How the fuck you expect me to act Sold crack in some old Air Max I tote straps 'cause I'm always solo Big stick, it look like a pogo Stick, fifty shots in the dick He got knocked out his fit Knocked out his shoes He got knocked out his kicks Got Dior on my fit, Dior on my shoes How the fuck you expect me to act Sold crack in some old Air Max I tote straps 'cause I'm always solo Big stick, it look like a pogo Stick, fifty shots in the dick He got knocked out his fit Knocked out his shoes He got knocked out his kicks Got Dior on my fit, Dior on my shoes How the fuck do you expect me to act Sold crack in some old Air Max I tote straps 'cause I'm always solo Big stick, it look like a pogo Stick, fifty shots in the dick He got knocked out his fit Knocked out his shoes He got knocked out his kicks Got Dior on my fit, Dior on my shoes

Bitch, yeah, ayy, bitch, yeah (Bitch), how do you do? (How do you do?) Yeah, came with a .38, Leave with a body or two (Leave with a Body or, might leave with a body or two) Uh, you're too famous to shoot (I'm too famous to shoot?) Alright, let me run down on you, Show what this chopper can do (Show What this chopper can, bam bam bam bam) (Bitch), how do you do? (How do you do?) Yeah, came with a .38, Leave with a body or two (Leave with a Body or, might leave with a body or two) Uh, you're too famous to shoot (I'm too famous to shoot?) Alright, let me run down on you, Show what this chopper can do (Show What this chopper can, bam bam bam bam) Red rags, Moncler, bad bitch, nice head Glock at your top, aim it at your head Let a nigga talk shit, I don't even care It's too easy, but at first Smack the bitch with the hand, never a player Put ten big blunts in the atmosphere And it better be a bitch with some ass in here Yeah, catch my breath Smokin' very loud gas make me deaf, yeah (Very loud gas make me deaf) Nigga say it with your chest (With your chest) Hit him in his shit, gave him a right and a left (A right and a left) We can go to war, grab my pipe and my vest (My pipe and my vest) Me going broke is like a dyke in a Dress (Is like a dyke in a dress, never) How do you do? (How do you do?) Yeah, came with a .38, Leave with a body or two (Leave with a Body or, might leave with a body or two) Uh, you're too famous to shoot (I'm too famous to shoot?) Alright, let me run down on you, Show what this chopper can do (Show What this chopper can, bam bam bam bam) (Bitch), how do you do? (How do you do?) Yeah, came with a .38, Leave with a body or two (Leave with a Body or, might leave with a body or two) Uh, you're too famous to shoot (I'm too famous to shoot?) Alright, let me run down on you, Show what this chopper can do (Show What this chopper can, bam bam bam bam)

Cru-cru-cruisin' down the street with a freak Choppa on the seat (seat) AK with a beam, let it eat (grrah) Bust it on repeat (tah, tah, tah) Nigga talkin' talk, but he sweet (yuh) Had to up my heat (heat) I just wanna bust down my neck VVS on my teeth Pull up on a nigga with a scope, make him shake hard 97 bullets left in this AR (tah, tah) Jumpman, Jumpman, 23, play hard Sweet ass nigga, you belong in the gay bar I took your bitch and I fucked her face hard Niggas talkin' talk, we pull up to your boulevard We fifty deep and we brought like ten cars Guns on deck and we don't got gun cards Cru-cru-cruisin' down the street with a freak Choppa on the seat (seat) AK with a beam, let it eat (grrah) Bust it on repeat (tah, tah, tah) Nigga talkin' talk, but he sweet (yuh) Had to up my heat (heat) I just wanna bust down my neck VVS on my teeth Ayy, ayy, diamond my teeth, no bust down I was down bad, now too busy to give a fuck now Nigga, fuck around and get gunned down She ain't wanna fuck, same bitch wanna fuck now Bitches wanna take me out to lunch now She gon' give me top 'cause she know a nigga up now Nigga runnin' up, get run down Bitch, I'm in the field, no touchdown (woo) Cru-cruisin' down the street with a freak Choppa on the seat (seat) AK with a beam, let it eat (grrah) Bust it on repeat (tah, tah, tah) Nigga talkin' talk, but he sweet (yuh) Had to up my heat (heat) I just wanna bust down my neck VVS on my teeth Grrah Tah-tah-tah

Aye, bitch Yeah, yeah Aye, come and get your mans Hoe Bitch, come and get your mans Aye, aye, aye Mans-mans-mans-mans Aye, come and get your mans I got this AK I might just pop him like a xan My bust down is shining hard, got diamonds on my hands (aye) When I'm sparking paint I fell in love with Benjamins That boy, he a dork ass nigga, he cannot pretend I just fucked his bitch, give no fucks, I might fuck again When I'm in L.A. I smoke the best, it's out the can Ride 'round with the drum on me, feel like I'm in a band Shoot him in the back of the head, shots come out his chin, aye Double cup with Hi-Tech in it, I don't sip the gin I don't want you slutty bitch, I just want your friend Lil' boy talkin' hella shit, but he won't talk again Aye, come and get your mans I got this AK I might just pop him like a xan My bust down is shining hard, got diamonds on my hands (aye) When I'm sparking paint I fell in love with Benjamins That boy, he a dork ass nigga, he cannot pretend I just fucked his bitch, give no fucks, I might fuck again When I'm in L.A. I smoke the best, it's out the can Ride 'round with the drum on me, feel like I'm in a band

I roll my weed up on her buttocks (-tocks) Cotton candy Faygo, my favorite soda Pop out in Diego, with Sandy no Spongebob (bob) More ammo than gun shop (shop) I'm not a crip, I'm a permanent blood clot I'm always lit, my eyes permanent bloodshot (bloodshot) Glued the Glock to my hip, this a permanent glick (glick) Permanently gotta piss with a stick (stick) I roll my weed up on her buttocks (-tocks) Cotton candy Faygo, my favourite soda Pop out in Diego (yeah), with Sandy no Spongebob (bob) More ammo than gun shop (shop) I'm not a crip, I'm a permanent blood clot (blood clot) I'm always lit, my eyes permanent bloodshot (bloodshot) Glued the Glock to my hip, this a permanent glick (glick) Permanently gotta piss with a stick (stick) Hustlin' flow be the rapper like Skinny Black Black hoes tryna ride like a piggyback Got a XD but it's not the one Disney at Try me, send 'em where 2Pac and Biggie at I'm Hall of Fame, I'm where 2Pac and Biggie at Calabasas, I'm livin' where Diddy at Pull my dick out bust a nut where her titty at Pull my stick out, bust a slug where his kidney at I like to bone so I keep me a Jimmy at Footlong, like where John and Jimmy at Put the hood on like Trayvon Martin (Martin) Phone home, E.T like martian Can't control me when I spark shit Might take two spots up when I'm parkin' And convertible whips I get fidgety Can't let 'em do me like John F. Kennedy I roll my weed up on her buttocks (-tocks) Cotton candy Faygo, my favourite soda Pop out in Diego, with Sandy no Spongebob (bob) More ammo than gun shop (shop) I'm not a crip, I'm a permanent blood clot I'm always lit, my eyes permanent bloodshot (bloodshot) Glued the Glock to my hip, this a permanent glick (glick) Permanently gotta piss with a stick (stick) I roll my weed up on her buttocks (-tocks) Cotton candy Faygo, my favourite soda Pop out in Diego (Yeah), with Sandy no Spongebob (bob) More ammo than gun shop (shop) I'm not a crip, I'm a permanent blood clot (blood clot) I'm always lit, my eyes permanent bloodshot (bloodshot) Glued the Glock to my hip, this a permanent glick (glick) Permanently gotta piss with a stick (stick)