[Intro]
Walabok
Your mother the Visigoth
Walabok, walabok
[Single verse]
If you fall on me, you fall on a bone
Pray for your little one to give you strength
You will never achieve the feat with Rohff
30,000 euros in your pocket, bitch I'm a boss
Long magazine, Glock is knocked up
Name of a pimousse, motherfuck, bomboclat
In a squadron at the bottom of the block
The cops will lift you up at six where clock
I'm coming back in Manu Le Coq mode
I switched to NRJ, I'm in shock
Hauts-dâSeine there is all the stock
Piracy is never over, walabok
It's not just your little one who's tied up
I'm Attila the Hun, your mother the Visigoth
br/>Gillette Mach 3 under the glottis
All that is black like Moussa Diop
Boulbi Square, ASB opens its doors
Even if you are calibrated, not sure you'll get out of it
Say nothing to the bigo or in Morse code
It's the bando in the States, I'm on the porch
Posted like a grizzly
I've got the heat like Michael Beasley
There's not only honey in my cave
Pay your bills, you'll get smoked if you're short
Beat the balls of whoever you're escorting
They're going to drop you like Kourtney K left Scott
High class cuckold
I have Mirko Cro Cop in the starting blocks
Streetâzer is op’ all the time
G.A.Vâzer, fuck his mother who is laughing all in one block
Nothing but you drive in rental, your chains are all broken
You wouldn't even hug a lady-boy in all of Bangkok
So dry, your status is all gone let it float...
The more I know men, the more I love my rot...
Your provenance, belonging, we don't care is never finished, walabok