XABAT English Translation Lyrics by HOODBLAQ
Back then, I couldn’t sleep, I thought demons were under my bed (Bang)
Now they accompany me and talk to me, but these are demons in my head
Changing clothes, killing in a fit, see the act recorded in photos and newspapers
Write it down, masked guys stepping out of stolen BMWs in Nike Tech
Bando baby, Bando Gs, Bando party on release (Rrah, rrah)
Moneymaker, money moves, money hustle, make my dough (Grr, grr)
Long clip on my hip on the rooftop
Shoot like moonwalks, slide with the tour blog
Bad B on my D, but leaves when the snus knocks
Tell her, “Gotta go,” then do a moonwalk
I didn’t graduate school, but I have street smarts, A+ in mental math (A+)
You still owe me (Eh), you have to reckon with a bullet in your head (Boom)
Do a block session (Ding-dong), perpetrator gone, no trace (Haha)
Under pressure, gotta break the block (Always), the cops are searching around the clock
Dry sift, frozen, Afghan
Just say the word and I’m your contact (Boom)
Jamaican, a real badman (Boom)
You pay for protection but act tough to me (Pussy)
The whole bando bugged, keeping my eye on you
Battyboy, dance (Dance), all my guys are sick (Haha)
I advise you, when you see me, run as fast as you can
Real Gs roll in the Maybach, full commitment, none of you are bulletproof (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Undercover cops around me, keep walking, Lyca card, pull out my weapon and I shoot (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Real Gs roll in the Maybach, full commitment, none of you are bulletproof
Undercover cops around me, keep walking, Lyca card, pull out my weapon and I shoot
A pounding tone, no help where I live, but we’re used to it (Pow)
Don’t talk on the phone, Harraga wants a million like Corleon’ (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Role model Tony Montana, even little kids are armed (Pow)
Plomo o plata, all my money goes to Maghreb (Ah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
No face, no case, cap low, got my enemy in sight (-sight)
Do Arwena in the hood, take everything from the jeweler
Masked up every night, I’m with Glizz, bro (Pow)
For the Euros, it bangs until I roll in a Ferrari (Ah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Eight hundred horses, diamond bets, pure Grey Goose, bitches see stars (Hey)
Jayjo, Company keeps warm, location Paris, roll in the Ferrari (Eh)
Revenue, lots of money, Euros in Bitcoin, it’s about millions (Lots, lots of money)
Transactional, my bella, eyes sparkling, inflatable boat, Europe
Bitches want Bela, until the Glock comes out
Cali is top, comes from London (Wouh)
Believe me, even the cops feel the song
Hectic, paranoia from the draft (Rrah, rrah)
Quick on the go (Tach, tach)
It’s about the S
We’re on parole and fuck the system
RS, speeding to Belgium
Real Gs roll in the Maybach, full commitment, none of you are bulletproof (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Undercover cops around me, keep walking, Lyca card, pull out my weapon and I shoot (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Real Gs roll in the Maybach, full commitment, none of you are bulletproof
Undercover cops around me, keep walking, Lyca card, pull out my weapon and I shoot
Press the RS, let the exhaust burn (Boom)
My customers look like Venom (Yeah)
One shot to your head, you bastard deserved it
On your knees, pushkick to the face (Boom)
Nine is my protection, come test (Hah)
Three bullets through the chest with a MAC-10
Under the radar, push kilo bags
Wrong track, hard to steer
You guys are runners like puppets, I pull up with Gs in big G-Wagons
Fuck your baby mama in slides, she says, “I’m in love”
All-black tracksuit, tracksuit tech fleece
Park all the thotties in the tour bus
Damage, sakat, back on fleek
(Damage, sakat, back on fleek)
Want problems? Then come (Come)
This is concrete edition, there’s an immediate reaction
Explosive ammunition, rattle, shoot till the throne (Rrah)
Look outside, the sky is gray
All your dreams turn to dust
Hopes ciao, Bela is loud
Soul frozen, hands numb (Rrah)
Send Harragas, they rip your money
Rapper moms my Barbies
Table full of Massari, storm your party
Twenty-four-seven active under Paris
Everyone wants Bela, it ends with barking, maybe tomorrow I’m in a cell
Big man, constantly making waves, backhand, slap, for your barking
Real Gs roll in the Maybach, full commitment, none of you are bulletproof (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Undercover cops around me, keep walking, Lyca card, pull out my weapon and I shoot (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Real Gs roll in the Maybach, full commitment, none of you are bulletproof
Undercover cops around me, keep walking, Lyca card, pull out my weapon and I shoot