Ay, John Wick, Fashion Week, blood on the Yeezy I shoot in the head, you're killing me Don't move forward, even when I'm jealous, I'm wearing the ring I'm wearing liquid in my urethra, you don't know what we're bleeding Fuck your father, you're doing nothing, you want to give advice? I'm a isolated car, the less we laugh, the more we're crazy Cargool and gloves, because we get dirty in crowded places Life is serious, don't show me a board, only dollars and more Little force in the heel, 6.35am, plus 2 with a kill Violence in escalade, last salad, sad ballad Happy people are sick, millions of scalab, not without salad We do dirty, not the sick one, but the gun of lead, no one has it I'm a child, soldier, black like Kalash Between hip hop and shit, bro, I walked on water If hope makes you live, tell me, how much does it cost in euros? In fashion, in fashion, let me be comfortable No tobacco on me, like there's no smoke on the A's Fat as fuck, special as fuck, Yeezy pot on me Fat as fuck, special as fuck, Yeezy pot on me Fat as fuck, special as fuck, Yeezy pot on me Yeezy pot on me, Yeezy pot on me Yeezy Yemeni My Versace in blood isn't from hearse My Versace in blood isn't from hearse My Versace in blood isn't from hearse My Versace in blood isn't from hearse My Versace in blood isn't from hearse The color of hope in the Bento, it's green I'm a black belt of explosives, not of chastity Fucking seas, it's water, but I hear my cup of tea Six of the math, we know very well who knows If the one who bleeds doesn't die, he becomes the one who knows She plays the playmates, but it's the beef that pleases, man On the road, it's not the light, but the attacks that penetrate us Job week, fashion week, blood on the Yeezy