PACK A PUNCH FREESTYLE Lyrics English Translation by Rondodasosa
Yeah
Almost
Jimy got the sauce
Ah, ah
Blu, blu
SSG nobody’s safe bitch
Grah, grah, grah
Perfect
I stopped being amazed, rich at eighteen, you can’t give me advice (What?)
You shouldn’t diss, SSG in Italy, in the USA I mess with the 60’s (Uh)
It’s not Black Ops, it’s San Siro with snipers in the basement (Pow)
One of your members is a snake, indeed he’s a dead man walking (Ah)
I’m a shooter, not a pedophile (Yeah)
But I always go out with the “little girl”
You can’t take me down because you lack aim (Miss)
You don’t make headlines, at most you do a line (Pow)
Criminal, I put it in the ghetto like Tokischa (Gyeah)
Immediate war if you touch my family (Ah, ah)
I call my Glock: “Baby” like Justin Bieber (Baby)
Sliding on a Dodge, I feel like Vin Diesel (Pow)
Block boy, used to steal tapes at Blockbuster (Yeah)
Hot boy, making these girls wet (Ah, ah)
Gyeah, making these girls wet
Okay, fuck that, I screwed the industry
Man, we did it, Trenches Records, new empire, new state
Everyone’s rich, all lit, we’re another level (Another level)
And I’m not touching it softly (Touching it softly)
We have a plan, but we don’t say it
Taking control, this is the new year
2-0-2-4, gyeah (2-0-2-4)
I want my G’s on Trackhawks
Full of diamonds, moshing under the stage
Finish the concert, spin in the next block
Even with money, success must be avenged
Now I’m a CEO, but think like a badman
I must adjust, the situation is tragic
Lost count of enemies practically
Adding them all up, you’d end up doing algebra
(Blu)
(SSG nobody’s safe bitch)
Bought an SRT with Trenches Records
Your company car is a Mercedes, mine’s a Demon (Ah)
Motherfuckers think I’m not serious (Yeah)
Test me and I’ll show you it’s all real (Okay)
This bitch is psycho, oh lord, someone stop her (Oh lord)
I’m a city boy, honey, I’ll break your heart (Ah, ah)
I’m USA, send my bitch to 7-Eleven (Yeah)
When in Italy, send her to the Bengali (Uh)
My diamonds are stupid, dancing on their own
Make your last wish before you die (Yeah)
If I drop my shit, they stay quiet
Because they know it’s not crap to sell or get listens
Fuck them, I’m on my solo shit (Solo shit)
Riding with the solo, a polo, I feel like Chief (Feel like Chief)
At home two chefs, four thotties, and a couple of blicks (Ah)
Till I die (What?), true G (Ah)
Enter the club in tracksuit, I’m rich, so no dress code
In my block, I’m a hero, while rocking Heron Preston
I’m crazy like Steve-O, send shots to the opposite pole
Send shots to the opposite pole
I want to be rich, not catch a R.I.C.O
Rest in peace Speaker Knockerz, not talking about Rico
Everyone wants to be a gangster, but they don’t know the G code
I’m certified, you know what I’m talking about