I'm a designer on clothes, I think I'm an outlet I have five phones and I don't answer my mother I've never taken it seriously, except to make money In bed she keeps that thong, she only takes off her socks I don't have the swag, I'm chatting with the Rockefellers While I blend two apples, I have enemies between my feet I smoke ***, I'm bloated and I'm not Rocky In my *** I have ***, he chases me with his dirty feet On Neville Pacioc, hey Pacioc That ass does pop, hey Rock I took 10 euros, I feel obligated in one day I took a sister, she asked me to watch porn Gang ***? I don't think so, blasphemy? I think so I'm the CEO, blasphemy? Heaven I took a ***, she told me to get back on the road I'm a designer on clothes, I think I'm an outlet I have five phones and I don't answer my mother I've never taken it seriously, except to make money In bed she keeps that thong, she only takes off her socks Franco, without you I can't stand it, because you belong to me We do a back, two, three Me and Franco do a black-black model, like Team Backpacker I have Xans, I sell speed, bro I'll catch you I don't have the swag, I don't have cash, goddamn I don't know what's going on, I have a GP1, I eat chicken, shawty 3G enough, I become famous, I don't have a GP1 anymore, maybe 3G enough, I smoke a joint with someone, maybe If you believe in a model, while I smoke a joint with Franco who watches While I watch a movie, produced in action, effect of heaven My name is Caramba, I *** the police Not that I don't *** with SEA, not that I don't *** with Capo di G Not that I don't *** with Pshh, huh, huh, VDV Packard I ride a gun in the dick, taxi on the track Franchino X, like a nighter on the P Pshh, pshh, pshh, gang Max Romance, wow Pshh, pshh