[Intro: tag]
SNK Music Productions

[Verse 1: Ninho]
My last name, police struggle to spell it, bullets, we unwrap, we deplo'
Colored racks, all that to relieve my wounds, if I'm in pain, it will please the others (please the others)
The meter shows 125, the engine make us prowling (make us prowling)
She likes my skilful brain (skilful) and my bigwig records (bigwig)
If it talks 'bout rock, I invest, if it talks 'bout rock, I invest
My iron is dope, I draw it when it's the emergency, I draw it when it's the emergency (I draw it)
Millionaire by the end, I can't hit the rock bottom again
Five bucks the pound of weed, Tuesday, I know the pig will come home
Talking about houses, I bought two (I bought two)
One for my mom and one far away from them, I know they're hateful (hateful)
0.9, there's white (white) and wiggers, zombies (zombies)
All Eyez on Me like 2Pac, weed life like Snoop Doggy (doggy)
Only good at doing dirty things, she knows she's hot, she knows how to do the s7our, she put in your two cents
On the bike, it's the death calling, many holes in the sweater and we take midnight express
I stop at Brussels, I take a look at the vitrine, a glance, I recognize the civil firsthand
Legendary like Michael in "Beat It", too many cash per minute, even more than yesterday

[Chorus: Ninho]
Draw the guns, the hoes, we're going to promote (Draw the guns, we're going to promote)
Hey, I said: "Draw the guns, the hoes, we're going to promote" (Draw the guns, we're going to promote)
I'll end up at the top (the top), as a kid, I had vertigo (yeah)
Two-three investments (two), I've already filled up Bercy (eh)
Draw the guns, the hoes, we're going to promote (Draw the guns, we're going to promote)

[Verse 2: Damso]
I'm free like a well loaded kush (loaded)
Weed is black, black shit in smokehouse
I'm a foreigner, just bother, far away from the hole and bacon (bacon)
I did my time, not as long, got one's rocks off, got laid a lot
When the heart speaks, they don't open their mouth, they bow down (they bow down)
Here, I bend the knee, dark wedding, austere proposal
Threatening me isn't useful, what will you achieve that we didn't?
My passion is behind the mike, my mission is behind the son
From a blue cerulean like Manhattan, I take one's leave
I'm alone at the top, where I talk with the silence
She complains 'cause I'm too stoic, 'cause I say nothing, 'cause I'm silent
Eight and a half, first life taken in front of me
I don't live underbelly anymore, started from the bottom like a revolt
Another ass in my screenshots, gold-digging for a Louis Vuitton bag
Life's short, death also, between both, I know everything's posisble
I know the Devil, where he drags, in the showcases, hotel rooms
Profit masters by cutting hands, I read books, certain from where I am
Family photo lying on a corpse, you bend over or you swallow like an amphibian
In the medias, like in the immediate, I found the way to faith by losing my liver
Between the rope and the stool, between the alcohol and the calumet
I'm between the man and the human being (Dems)

[Chorus: Ninho]
Draw the guns, the hoes, we're going to do some promo (Draw the guns, we're going to promote)
Hey, I said: "Draw the guns, the hoes, we're going to promote" (Draw the guns, we're going to promote)
I'll end up at the top (the top), as a kid, I had vertigo (yeah)
Two-three investments (two), I've already filled up Bercy (eh)
Draw the guns, the hoes, we're going to promote (Draw the guns, we're going to promote)