Welcome to Pland 2

(Intro)
Time to run up some bread, p3
SNL back on the Pland shit
(730)

(Huncho)
To dla moich murzynów, co siedzą na zamku
Zdejmiemy mu buty, zabierzemy łańcuch
Dystrybutor mówi tylko po hiszpańsku
Jak zjadę podwoziem, ty uciekniesz na karku
Trapowaliśmy w rozjebanym parku
Teraz sześciocyfrowe przelewy w banku
Mówił, że jest rekinem, my mieliśmy harpun
Kongoki się sapią, reprezentuję Bantu

(P3)
If I hunt you down I'ma make you shuffle like my song on your playlist
I don't talk too much real smart, not dangerous move, low-key not famous
How many men try talk on my name when nameless got no pride, they shameless
But rеal talk, I'm still gonna ball out
Pland shows me double S tour out
Make shit clap I don't need еncores
'Cause guy switchin' sides no see saw
Moving up top, no fucking detour
Makin' moves, won't pick up the call
These yutes Pland acting bad
But they really just look like fools
We be comin' straight out
Of the back of the 4x4 late trips in about Warsaw

[Chorus: DoubleS]
Seen a man get wacked for the littelest thing
Me, bro, bro and the Warsaw ting
Don't try thing man for victim
Ain't no innocent, you like codeine
Plus I got bro on my back that's sack, no cap
So contest me if you're bad
Let's see if that phone gets smashed
DoubleS don't play no games, that's mad

(DoubleS)
I'm a fucking madman savage, none of these Pland guys know gangsters
24 hours on the street no capin', doubleS know for the mad ting
I'm sat down in the station laughing the jakes
Pissed, I don't speak no Polish, nie rozumiem
Hold that no evidence, try keep man cuffed up like a bitch
But fuck that I don't even tend no court that's long
I don't play by the rules of the book
I'm outside like a fucking crook, take risks for the P ain't no fucking shook
But none of these guys ain't bad-day actors
Little man shoulda got that Bafta try duck me
Quick over the passa bucked man liveo
Now he an actor

Miszel:
Wolny rynek, ręka rękę myje
Jak potrzeba jadą cztery świnie
Kręcę rolkę z haszem, jebać rybę
Wrzucam topa w młynek, wiesz co kruszę synek
Swędzi nosek, bo się dostał pyłek
Psik-kichnę znowu mam platynę
Kilogramy poszły z dymem
Drogie leki, drogi wózek
Popcorn pierdzi znowu w rurze
Lej to na full, daj sos na blat
Na sukces sam zasłużę
I kto miał zjeść, to kurwa zjadł
Prognozuję burzę
Koła w ruch, sto koła w bank (Grrra)

(Outro)
Seen a man get wacked for the littelest thing
Me, bro, bro and the Warsaw ting
Don't try thing man for victim
Ain't no innocent, you like codeine
Plus I got bro on my back that's sack, no cap
So contest me if you're bad
Let's see if that phone gets smashed
DoubleS don't play no games that's mad