Cugino

[Testo di "Cugino" ft. Chubs, Steelyone & DJ MS]

[Intro: Chubs]
Jack The Smoker shit (Ah-ah)
Jangy (Ah-ah)
Chubby
[?] (Huh)

[Strofa 1: Chubs]
And cugilino dream, rock supreme, golden crucifixes
Extra clips in sixes, son, they taking pictures of the Don Dada
They ain't done nada, what they speaking?
All them ginny boys tweaking, throw your flags up
Throw you mags up, you get dragged up
Like twelve flights of stairs by your hair
Burly boy, grizzly, who could fuck with me?
Cruising through Milan with flannel vests on
Smoking Parmigiano runts with Jangy on the hunt for Fresca
They gone feel the pressure, burn a round of blunts
At the round table as we order lunch
Shotty got a kick, the gat pack a punch
And leave them hunched as they tryna stunt on Chubby
Load the snubbie up, bet that shut 'em up, my twins huddle up
Discuss the next play, load the K
Nothing left to say, shit get set in motion like sails in ocean
Making sales as we toasting to a great life
My donnies stay hyped, New York City under street lights
The street lights, son (It's fucking)

[Strofa 2: Jangy Leeon]
Non ti importa di nessuno, ma il tuo orgoglio è un bel topino nel tombino
Anche Nettuno con la merda fino al collo resta un netturbino
Figo il sogno, cugiolino, 'sta muchacha cuce amore
'Sto scampo lo cuocio vivo, lei caccia il mio Cucciolone
Matti come il maggiolino, tu puoi far da maggiordomo
Eruttiamo magma, brodo, la tua donna mangia fuoco
Battagliamo, Châtillon, ti strappo via il papillon
Ti ingozzi di champignon, non riconosci i champions
Siamo in marcia, che rodeo a benza marcia, Keropetrol
Il male dietro a un vetro nero, per l'inferno un metro in meno
Fai prima che cada il cielo, grano fresco saraceno
Assideriamo, stiamo al gelo, Siberiano, Samoiedo
New York City, M-I, lei è calda come Medellín
Una goccia di Hennessy, sullo zzoca ho il suo Maybelline
Dimmi che non sono mai come questi rapper, ma che roie
Buona pasta, maccherone, è tutta capa: Maccarone

[Interludio: Steelyone]
Jangy, what up?
It's Steely

[Strofa 3: Steelyone]
Ayy, yo, .40 and pump
I can feel like I channel Saddam
'Cause, if I mash on the button, watch, these niggas'll bomb
Infrared like website, dot on 'em, he come
They know me from the 9, nigga down in Milan
I'm not a gangster killer
But yeah, I could peep the anger in you
Get left in caskets with pastors, still singing scriptures
My shrimp ricotta, my kicks is Prada
The gun is Llama, ratchet in the bathroom, let's keep it monster
Coop copper, penne, nigga, alla vodka
We ate three times a day, niggas kept it mamba
Ah, let me channel my Kobe, my money my homie
My paper worldwide, I Euro step like Ginóbili
Big 9 in the Flying Spur, feeling like Tony
Uh, yeah, don't let my nigga park you

[Outro: Steelyone]
Stainless, nigga, all the way to motherfuckin' Milan, Jangy
What the fuck is up, nigga? Big 9
From the street, cousin
From the street, cousin
From the street, cousin
From the street, cousin
From the street, cousin
From the street, cousin
From the street, cousin