[Intro]
Yeah
G capital, G national

[Verse 1]
I've seen many, going up and falling down in all these years
You inflate and deflate yourself like with steroids (Booh)
To these snitches, we won't give no birthday wishes (Never)
We'll celebrate the Day of the Dead like All Saints' Day
I'll explain you, that after you snorted a stripe (And now?)
You don't come out of the toilet and you become Totò Riina (Aah)
Everything has a cost, except for talking shit on a post (Yeah)
That's the only place where you can act like a boss (Boss)
But a real bullet hurts you and crashes your bone (Pah-pah-pah)
They call the NOCS, 'cause we're more G than the G-Shocks
I write big that you suck with the capslock
On Sunday I absolve my sins in a slot machine room (Jackpot)
Middle finger like in Piazza Affari
In the city between animals, that's my safari
You were online on Safari (Ahah)
I don't act like a clown with the iPhone X
Because PS only localizes you with GPS (Ok)

[Hook]
Please, no photo
Stay away or I free the Dogo
I open a bank account, I open fire
You're in a bad mood, I've bought it for nothing
Please, no photo
Stay away or I free the Dogo
I open a bank account, I open fire
You're in a bad mood, I've bought it for nothing
[Verse 2]
A success after another without pause, in superset (Ahi)
Squirt on the moquette, 9x21 in the VIP room (Bruh)
You can't dig the dirt on me like in a hammam in Hammamet (Ah)
No to racism, I love the yellows, the purples and the blues in my pochette (Ay)
I wore BAPE fake, money in the box of Corn Flakes
Now is always my time, Daydate
I make it rain (Cash), like a metereologist
"Fuck you" repeated for one hour, that's my monologue (Fuck you)
Too average Italian, I boost the basses, I don't homologate
The problem's that these people are empty
Yes, but they post, they talk, yes, but they vote
Go to hell on an Uber, I addressed it for you (Ok)
Here, the street kids divinized me (Thank you)
Rubbing her clito', I light Montecristo
On the red carpet dressed like a pusher, yes, I don't care (Ahah)
I'm combing my cash, bro, you know, I don't comb the dolls (You know)
We shoot the tanks up, we pop them with some sabres (Uff)

[Hook]
Please, no photo
Stay away or I free the Dogo
I open a bank account, I open fire
You're in a bad mood, I've bought it for nothing
Please, no photo
Stay away or I free the Dogo
I open a bank account, I open fire
You're in a bad mood, I've bought it for nothing