HAILSTONES
(专辑: C.B.A. (CROSS BORDER ARMAGEDDON) (The English Album) - 2023)
Weightlifting (Ja) 'til we shape-shifting (Ja) John Gottis in Bugattis, lane switching (Ooh) From the
land of the
Gothic age No zombie from Chernobyl but a
toxic male (Tja) Fuck what you say, I'm not everybody's darling Like your crack-addicted mom getting gangbang-fucked at parties Fans stalk me, in my trunk I
fragmented that body Or they just want a
picture with my phantom-black Bugatti Coming back from bloodbath, my brother got his shoes red Use the
doormat, I
don't wanna see that floor wet Boss back, Phantom all-black, Grim Reaper (Yeah) Better watch your mouth (Shh), lip reader (Yeah) I'm with my crew playing golf While you keep waiting for doomsday like new-age folks Never lose control, I
keep it Ukraine-cold Always winning in the
long run like Usain Bolt Never back down (Nein, nein), I
rather pull the
MAC out Put you on flat ground like a
smackdown (Drr) Old lady, eyewitness blacks out As she sees your brain explode with a
splash sound Standing on my balcony, lighting up my cigar with a
bankroll I
be throwing stacks on the
people, they mistaking it for hailstones Let 'em fly high, high in the
sky, big bulletproof boss 'til I
die I
be throwing stacks on the
people, they mistaking it for hailstones You heard it in the
news, there's a
German making moves The
words I
fill my verses with are worth a
mill' or two Think I'm merciful to you like a
daddy to his sons? No, I'm like Jason, putting a
machete through your lungs You already fooled me once (Tzah), this time we gon' manage it Big crimes with the
savages, sick rides in my garages Spit fire like dragons, got thick ice on my hands and wrists Like I
had a
fistfight with no bandages C.B.A., even snakes end in disease today, these gon' break Bones sticking out the
flesh like a
T-bone steak (Tze) Suits made in Italy (Ah) I
am with 'Ndrangheta Dons in Sicily (Yeah) And their names remain a
mystery, yeah Cold-blue eyes behind Gucci shades (Shades) Moving weight (Weight) like a
Beluga whale (Whale) All those double agents, they try to snitch on me But I'm ahead of the
snakes, Medusa face Standing on my balcony, lighting up my cigar with a
bankroll I
be throwing stacks on the
people, they mistaking it for hailstones Let 'em fly high, high in the
sky, big bulletproof boss 'til I
die I
be throwing stacks on the
people, they mistaking it for hailstones