Milano Shotta Freestyle English Translation Lyrics by Shiva
Yo, Finesse, take them all out
Bu-bu-bu, bu-bu-bu
Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go, let’s go
Uoh, hey (Uoh), hey (Uoh), hey (Uoh)
I speak straight from hell, we come out with winter jackets (Milan)
If you put on mine, the stereo freezes, war starts with a nod (This is Milan)
I have more chains than a servant, more AKs and Draco than a Serb (Santana)
We really live through war, I bought a “shh” before a knife (Bu-bu)
Always on the front lines, wait for me, you know my flow kills more than fentanyl (Exactly)
Every switch, two combs, your death costs one hundred cents (Exactly)
Brothers stuck in the blocks, head down like in tarot cards (Bu-bu)
It’s known, what I say is for few, you can see the devil in my eyes (Let’s go)
We smoke Backwoods double, top of the scene, high like a penthouse (Up)
We spit dragon smoke, the stick like the cup because it’s always loaded (Pew, pew, pew)
They think we’re lacking, you should have seen how they ran away (Hahaha)
Santana responds to attacks, you’ve taken more shots than drunkards (Milan) (Uh-uh)
Oaky, okay, I’m frozen like hockey, hockey (Uh-uh)
My face on the banknotes, it’s dusty and it’s not OK
Four chains make a million (Milli, milli), my neck weighs more than a drone
On the bars I’m verified, always a shooter behind (Bu-bu-bu-bu), yeah, yeah
I swear, I’ve got more to give, we live chaos protected by angels (Westside)
Armani bulletproofs, up in the sky like raptors, here with me stray dogs
Sparks under the car, switch the button for rapid fire (Crrah, crrah)
In the west it feels like Afghanistan, you and I will meet in the afterlife (I swear on God)
In the jungle like Simba, disguised like an Inca, yeah (Pow), yeah (Pow)
Long jackets so nothing is visible, we hit anyone who points at us (Pow, pow)
They know we’re not pretending, the only rat I have is the gray Mercedes (Milan)
I mix potions and I’m not a wizard, you screw and talk from a Ouija (Tu-tu, pussy) (This is Milan)
Yeah, yeah, soon you’ll understand that I always carry the stick as if I were blind (Haha)
And that Milan is violent, but the war is against the system
They want to see us on the ground, then hit us in the back
(I’ve got more, I’ve got more, I’ve got more) Hey
DIGO checks the garden, every time it comes we lose two stickies (I swear on God)
I move in the dark among pushers and vampires, on my neck there’s the mark of their fangs (Exactly)
Yes, I’m very angry, I’ll vent, I’ll drop four albums this year (Exactly)
Doesn’t matter if it’s right or wrong while my lawyer tells me he’s exhausted (Milan)
Corsico is the house of demons, I never beef with weaker rappers (Santana)
Don’t read my mind, I have the closet full of Fendi and skeletons (Pew, pew, pew)
We know who the mastermind is, he’s locked at home with seven warrants (Uoh, uoh)
God sent us insects to crush, you understand why I’m in good and bad (Let’s go, let’s go)
Uoh, Santana Gang
Eagle Business, Westside
(Ah-ah)