| I'm flying away. |
| Don't take me back
|
| I'm flying on a square. |
| Call me later
|
| A couple of battles under the hood. |
| Dviglo left behind
|
| Kiss babymama. |
| Call me later
|
| No, the fight is not rich-rich. |
| No, the fight is not rich-rich
|
| Everything you did was shit. |
| Call me later
|
| I just want it to be sour. |
| On my bank account
|
| A kilo of lemons, fresh crosses. |
| Call me later
|
| Erased feet on sultry asphalt
|
| They run north, but they wanted to go west
|
| The saint told me: I will open the way for you
|
| I trampled a lot to comprehend this essence
|
| Boys cry with blue tears (Yeah)
|
| Why are you so eager to dig in? |
| (yeah)
|
| And I didn't jump on a train that rushes to nowhere
|
| I'm just pulling the rubber to fuck everyone. |
| (Your mother!)
|
| My money is flying away while I'm lying in bed
|
| I regret that my grandmother did not teach to save
|
| All day by zeros, but I'm not building drama here
|
| As everyone is choking on noodles, I think how to leave the pit
|
| This is the young me, poz. |
| Lots of work here
|
| Lottu G is OG. |
| What do you know about this,
|
| I crush your Triple S, snow whites Force
|
| Fuck a fuck, freshman collective farm
|
| I'm flying away. |
| Don't take me back
|
| I'm flying on a square. |
| Call me later
|
| A couple of battles under the hood. |
| Dviglo left behind
|
| Kiss babymama. |
| Call me later
|
| No, the fight is not rich-rich. |
| No, the fight is not rich-rich
|
| Everything you did was shit. |
| Call me later
|
| I just want it to be sour. |
| On my bank account
|
| A kilo of lemons, fresh crosses. |
| Call me later
|
| You wanted to swing towards the summer, it's already September outside the window
|
| Your ship sank, I drop anchor on it
|
| Your guys are samurai, but they don't have steel
|
| That's why I shave my hair so as not to get confused with you
|
| Encrypt your chat while I'm lacing Jay
|
| Footprint in the sand instead of all your movements
|
| Fallen OG has always been golden
|
| (Ten years of struggling) What do you know about it, son?
|
| I'm flying into Moscow time, as if I've always been here
|
| You looked at me as if I owe you
|
| And I owe only to the family, to become Puffy as then
|
| Become a Biggie, Bigger, Big without gaining weight
|
| No need to trade in weight, why should I take the risk
|
| Put a bullet in my tower mom if I lied
|
| My pens again, disturb the dream
|
| I'm calling the body. |
| Baby I'm gone
|
| I'm flying away. |
| Don't take me back
|
| I'm flying on a square. |
| Call me later
|
| A couple of battles under the hood. |
| Dviglo left behind
|
| Kiss babymama. |
| Call me later
|
| No, the fight is not rich-rich. |
| No, the fight is not rich-rich
|
| Everything you did was shit. |
| Call me later
|
| I just want it to be sour. |
| On my bank account
|
| A kilo of lemons, fresh crosses. |
| Call me later |