[Intro: Emis Killa]
Ah, ay

[Verse 1: Emis Killa]
I'm uncomfortable in this club
With my bro who's just got out of jail
He says: "I want to get wrecked tonight"
So he will get home high as fuck
The table is covered with stripes, like the Cheshire Cat
Those two girls must have bewitched me
'Cause they're not so hot
But at the end of the night, bro, I will have given it to them (ahahah)
I exceed the limit, until my iris has void in itself
The mood is avoiding these vipers
Putting my dick in those worthless pussies
Until I die of AIDS or syphilis
I'm the forefather, you're a Mini-me
With that face, bro, you are not credible
When you threat me: "I swear, I will kill you"
Yeah, I swear too, you'll kill me laughing (dumbass)
I dress all black, bro, condor (condor)
I filter the world from my Tom Ford (Tom Ford)
I love luxury and comfort (comfort)
I go out in a tracksuit, but with a Porche (with a Porche)
Maybe the heat went to your head
You that act like gangstas, if only you were born in the South (yeah)
Where even when the sun strikes
There is always a dude that strikes harder, ah
[Hook: Fabri Fibra]
What a silence in the city, just losers talk
Good fellas with money, full of enemies (yeah)
I've got a hundred reasons, and they're all valid
I smile, I always have an alibi
I am the reason you stay there (ah)
Shoot me, shoot me, shoot me

[Verse 2: Salmo]
I go around in Milan with the worst scumbag
These people don't like sports
Who keeps their guard up if there's a taxman
Who runs the 100 meters and doubles up Bolt
I have to get out from the fucking centre
I've gotten fatter, bro, I'm slowing up
If the wind used to move me
Now my belly looks like I've taken a shit inside myself
There is a sea of shit, bro, wear your wetsuit
Buried with money, bro, crypto-currency
Come on, Salmo is that crazy guy that, bro, knows it all
You know who says hi? (Fucking nobody!)
I've got a thriller in my head (uh), call me killer (uh)
They flip around their pupils (uh)
Fuck the diamonds, the clothes, the villas
Yes, bro, I don't care, just like Achille (uh)
In the clubs the girls use to grab on to my jacket, in fact I've taken up judo (ua-tah)
You put those Jordan on to look less sloppy, this way I can ball with your ass, at least
I come home hard, naked (uh)
I look like a high Morgan
Who can't find the Bugo, ah
Over and out (bye)
[Hook: Fabri Fibra]
What silence in the city, just losers talk
Good fellas with money, full of enemies (yeah)
I've got a hundred reasons, and they're all valid
I smile, I always have an alibi
I am the reason you stay there (ah)
Shoot me, shoot me, shoot me

[Verse 3: Jake la Furia)
Music, make me an injection, uh
Touch me and look for the vein, yeah
These rappers play tough during
Maison Margiela's catwalks nowadays, uh
Don't try to be Rambo, you're a crazy bitch at home
When you go out on the street, you have to be quiet
You're nobody, if I slap you
The make-up remains attached to my hand (yeah)
Devils on our scooters (scooters)
Cancun's material (yeah)
This guy says: "Okay, boomer" (dumbass)
I answer: "Okay, boom" (boom)
You go around on a Saxo (yeah)
As if it was a stagecoach (ah)
But you're famous, yeah, my dick you are (what's that?)
Bro, like the black guy from Whatsapp
Yeah, I want to fuck them all, while they're high
Or in front of their trapper boyfriend who's crying (yeah)
I'm the king with the crown on my head
You, bro, have Corona in your blood
Bro, if I was looking for two balls
I wouldn't even look between your legs (no)
You're just some fakes, you're Gs who pee on themselves
You're Lil Pampers (ah)
[Hook: Fabri Fibra]
What silence in the city, just losers talk
Good fellas with money, full of enemies (yeah)
I've got a hundred reasons, and they're all valid
I smile, I always have an alibi
I am the reason you stay there (ah)
Shoot me, shoot me, shoot me