Intro Songtext
von Chip

Heard the devil a liar, pull up in Prada (Skrrt)
Spliff in my mouth, dreads on my head, live like a Rasta (Bumba′)
Stick in my hand, bang on the drum
Live like a rockstar (Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pow)
At the traffic light, tryna see which car go faster (Skrrt)

I got the Wraith, I do not whip an Impala, oh (No)
I make a mill', phone, SIM and a charger
Stupid boy, go sit in the corner
Lower your tone, have some manners when you′re speaking to the father
My YG split your wig like a barber
One phone call, then you're dead by mañana


Insomnia 2
Dick in the throat, it's 7 a.m. (Oh Gard)
I guess she got insomnia too
Don′t need a pot, whip an M in the booth
If I′m in the stu' with Skeppy and A
There could be a-, in the room (Baow)
Sippin′ this Wray, 'cause A buss case
My niggas stick to the truth

I′m in the Moncler store
Can I get the jacket with the fur please?
If I am sittin' in jail
Then I am tellin′ them load up the servery
Strap on me, fashion week
In my new Burberry
Givenchy, got racks on me
And I came up from the fuckin' dirt