Is that Shoki on the beat? Yuh, aye (bitch) Yuh, aye Run from the cops in my V12, getting head with no seatbelt Ooh, Demi Lovato my bitch, but I'm still out here fucking these females Aye, I got two phones, but I don't text back bitch, hit my e-mail Yuh, chopper with a dick, fuck nigga you a bitch, give your ass like three shells Aye, run from the cops in my V12, getting head with no seatbelt Ooh, Demi Lovato my bitch, but I'm still out here fucking these females Aye, I got two phones, but I don't text back bitch, hit my e-mail Yuh, chopper with a dick, fuck nigga you a bitch, give your ass like three shells Aye, diamonds on a nigga, make me want to take a pic, feel like a self-portrait Yuh, count a lot of money, but it's still not enough, bitch, I'm tryna count more bread Yeah, I fuck that bitch and then fuck on her sister, I went and got more head Aye, I got a car on my neck and my wrist is the price of a moped Yeah, I fuck that bitch from the back, I put my hand on her forehead Aye, that bitch gonna suck on my dick, then I'ma nut on her forehead Yeah, I do not fuck with no cops, no, I do not fuck with no feds Ooh, yeah, bitch I'm the G.O.A.T., uh, at least that's what she said Aye, run from the cops in my V12, getting head with no seatbelt Ooh, Demi Lovato my bitch, but I'm still out here fucking these females Aye, I got two phones, but I don't text back bitch, hit my e-mail Yuh, chopper with a dick, fuck nigga you a bitch, give your ass like three shells Aye, run from the cops in my V12, getting head with no seatbelt Ooh, Demi Lovato my bitch, but I'm still out here fucking these females Aye, I got two phones, but I don't text back bitch, hit my e-mail Yuh, chopper with a dick, fuck nigga you a bitch, give your ass like three shells

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

Yung Germ I like to break shit, make shit, build it and destroy it Create it and foil it, stomp on it and soil it Break shit, make shit, build it and destroy it Create it and foil it, stomp on it and soil it Sleezy! Hunnid bands bustin' out the wrapper (Mula!) Your bitch bust it open for a gangster (Slide!) We on go, run 'em down, B (Boom!), they on go, gonna bang your B (Boom!) Oh, your mother child my B? I don't fuck around I got new Glocks, I got uwops, sonnin' who block? Who opp? Get your crew flocked, 22 shot Ne-ne-new Glocks, I got uwops, sonnin' who block? Who opp? Get your crew flocked, 22 shot I like to break shit, make shit, build it and destroy it Create it and foil it, stomp on it and soil it Break shit, make shit, build it and destroy it Create it and foil it, stomp on it and soil it Hey, ya bitch be outta shape, because y'all niggas think y'all safe (Okay) Thinkin' you a hero? Put a hole into yo' cape Call me Genghis Khan, I wanna conquer and invade Fuckin' on yo' bitch right in yo' muthafuckin' face (Haha) Chin up, puttin' ten toes up on the ground (What?) Small fry, I don't know how you get around (What?) Lil' dogs really can't bark and make a sound (What?) Lil' dogs really ain't really in the pound (What?) Shotgun, make yo' pops run, buddy-buddy, then I got one Make the food ooze right out yo' tummy Got a head crack, and the brains felt a little gummy Ran away from the red lights 'til my feet was bloody I like to break shit, make shit, build it and destroy it Create it and foil it, stomp on it and soil it Break shit, make shit, build it and destroy it Create it and foil it, stomp on it and soil it

Is that Shoki on the beat? Yung Germ! Ryder, turn me up! Woah woah woah woah Woah woah woah woah (Sleezy) Woah woah woah woah Woah woah woah woah (Work) Woah woah woah woah Woah woah woah woah (Work) Woah woah woah woah Woah woah woah woah (Mula) Gangbanging, straight razor face, scrape a motherfucker Big mac, 12 pack, hellcat, burning rubber Chainsmoker, overdoser, I can't get enough of uppers No chill, my uncles squeal I'm a kill my mothers brother Since a lil baby goon kicking in the baby womb Kicking in your neighbor room Light it like a baby broom You ever fucked on a real gangsta (Nah nah nah) You ever fucked on a gangbanger? (Nah nah nah) Blow her back out, I just bang bang her (Bye bye bye) Cook the coke up, with the coat hanger (Ha ha ha) Tuck your chain, put your rollie up, I'm coming for it (Gimmie that) I shoot your big homie up Go head, dig your homie up Woah woah woah woah Woah woah woah woah (Sleezy) Woah woah woah woah Woah woah woah woah (Work) Woah woah woah woah Woah woah woah woah (Work) Woah woah woah woah Woah woah woah woah (Mula) Woah woah woah woah Woah woah woah woah (Sleezy) Woah woah woah woah Woah woah woah woah (Work) Woah woah woah woah Woah woah woah woah (Work) Woah woah woah woah Woah woah woah woah (Mula)

Yung Germ When I die, brimstone fire spread out (Okay) I'm alive, Hell if I bail out (Wassup?) Wanna riot, Semper Fi, head out (Huh?) Wanna riot, Semper Fi, head out (Huh-huh) You're so inferior (What?), you're so inferior (What?) You're so inferior (What?), you're so inferior (What?) You're so inferior (What?), you're so inferior (What?) You're so inferior (What?), you're so inferior (What?) I am the pickup so that I can clear the road of all the dead (Okay) Droppin' on the road least travelled that the mans that took instead (Wassup?) I'm a masochist, that's why I got these scars upon my head (Huh?) Breakin' bottles with my wig and by bow resembles dread (Ha-ha) Infect the whole map Bitch, I'm [?] inside your Pokédex (Okay) You ain't on my line, I am God in the gigaplex (Wassup?) Attack then I fuckin' flash away with the Hextech (What?) Attack then I drew a fuckin' trail with the KelTec (What?) When I die, brimstone fire spread out (Okay) I'm alive, Hell if I bail out (Wassup?) Wanna riot, Semper Fi, head out (Huh?) Wanna riot, Semper Fi, head out (Huh-huh) You're so inferior (What?), you're so inferior (What?) You're so inferior (What?), you're so inferior (What?) You're so inferior (What?), you're so inferior (What?) You're so inferior (What?), you're so inferior (What?) It's a long road out of Hell (Sleezy) So I got a .44, big box of shells (Boom-boom) All my logos be Chanel (Splatt, splatt) Hunnid K, bell roll-roll out the shell (Mula) I'm so superior (Sleezy), you so inferior (Fuck outta here) You so delirious (Bitch), ain't on my level, ain't know my criteria (No-no) Crack a nigga cranium (Boom), slaughter miscellaneous (Boom-boom) Bullets in your pancreas When I die, brimstone fire spread out (Okay) I'm alive, Hell if I bail out (Wassup?) Wanna riot, Semper Fi, head out (Huh?) Wanna riot, Semper Fi, head out (Huh-huh) You're so inferior (What?), you're so inferior (What?) You're so inferior (What?), you're so inferior (What?) You're so inferior (What?), you're so inferior (What?) You're so inferior (What?), you're so inferior (What?)

Uh, Sleez, uh, oh, oh, hold on, Sleez KLEAN UP KREW Is that SHOKI on the beat? (Beep) Yung Germ Ryder, turn me up Mula I bought the Rottweilers (Sleezy) You's a cop caller (Fuck outta here) I'm the top shotta (Sleezy) Don Dada (Sleezy), I'm a shot caller (Mula) I bought the Rottweilers (Boom boom) You's a cop caller (Fuck outta here) I'm the top shotta (Sleezy), Don Dada (Sleezy), I'm a shot caller (Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo) I'm on the run just like a super-soldier (Boom boom) Guns just like a Super Soaker (Boom boom) Blocka, blocka, Super Soaker (Boom boom) Chop a top and Super Soak ya (Boom boom) Hot lava, Ruger roast ya' (Boom boom) Pop-pop, it'll chew your shoulder (Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo) Uwop, smoke 'em, smoke 'em (Boom) Rooftop, throw 'em over (Sleezy) Stank hoes (Fuck outta here) We spank hoes (Fuck outta here), big bankrolls (Mula) You can't roll (No-no), you ain't grown (Nah), shot ain't close (Work) Stank hoes (Fuck outta here) We spank hoes (Fuck outta here), big bankrolls (Mula) You can't roll (No-no), you ain't grown (Nah), shot ain't close (Work) I bought the Rottweilers (Sleezy) You's a cop caller (Fuck outta here) I'm the top shotta (Sleezy) Don Dada (Sleezy), I'm a shot caller (Mula) I bought the Rottweilers (Boom boom) You's a cop caller (Fuck outta here) I'm the top shotta (Sleezy), Don Dada (Sleezy), I'm a shot caller (Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo, Mula) I bought the Rottweilers (Sleezy) You's a cop caller (Fuck outta here) I'm the top shotta (Sleezy) Don Dada (Sleezy), I'm a shot caller (Mula) I bought the Rottweilers (Boom boom) You's a cop caller (Fuck outta here) I'm the top shotta (Sleezy), Don Dada (Sleezy), I'm a shot caller