I wear the 765 in my pants, pretty casual My caliber is reliable, so diggi better sit down Diggi scales on the table, leather shoes because I flex, she calls me up for a passionate Life as a dealer so hectic, always like a french kiss The Caliweed makes me high, clicky shivers without exit, you shoot me another line Finger big cartridge, arm long cannon, hit rate is high, digga, bam bam, you are dead, digga I have the fur jacket from Bernstein, fully packed with the money bill Red eyes, big sales, bro, I don't have a paystain Baller all the way to the old star, baller man in my halftime Quality always 1A, you squeeze your whole salary The boys are always reachable, permanently in readiness Brown bag in the small town, main thing I make the Raibach My dreams are so tangible, like the Czech can in the icebox *** the cops, *** the ***ers, because slowly our time is running out People don't get it when we come 100 pound drum, pack drugs, money and weapons on the song Come, we're shooting from the balcony No one gets away from it, bam bam bam, 100 pound drum We make knees, we are heroes, the slaughtered in the helmet compartment T-Max, criminal, ey, the whole world is at a standstill Material society, stabbing for the best Here you have a weapon, now *** the cash and give me half of the money Problems with the neighbors again, because of the crocodile in my cellar People want stress, people run away, but the projectiles are faster I sell myself sympathetically, always smiling, the bag full of amphetamines No one here knows my thoughts, but everyone knows without my name I carry the belly bag of Gucci with 20,000 in Fofis The reason it smells so good is my jockey bag of cookies Puff, puff, stretch a book, bag, bag for the ***s ***, *** for the watches, ey, wheel, wheel, flying ball The digi scale in the drawer, look what I'm wearing for the shoe Doesn't matter, you ***, golden Rolli like Tupac Kelly Reese in the blood bath, dream burned like a true tart Mercedes Benz is standing in front of the window, I never have to take the train again People don't get it when we come 100 pound drum, pack drugs, money and weapons on the song Come, we're shooting from the balcony No one can escape 100 pound drum They think what I do, I don't talk like that, I find it cute how some talk like that I have the ABIAC, fire it up, haven't you seen the video yet? It's packed in a handkerchief, in a side pocket or glove Taught me how to make money, even in single-handedly I'm brought in Do you need something and I'll take care of that And if you get rich, don't just survive Caso brings you the worst of it, mama says I shouldn't live here again Bitches are cute like a hedgehog, I'll hit her once and never see her again They have voices with tears, are less than a 10 grade People don't get it when we come 100 pound drum, pack drugs, money and weapons on the song Come, we're shooting from the balcony No one can escape 100 pound drum *