[Verse 1: Mimiks]
Yeah, ok, k
Brudi mini Gang esch sick
Jong Mimi, jong Pablo send am chille, wiiti Pupille
CSI mössti cho för so hert ?
Mimi hed das CRACK inhaliert
Ehr send als Missges zertifiziert
Log wien ech im Schrottcharre, stockhagel voll
Ufem Trottoir de Block abe roll
Wiene Godfather chotz alles voll
Obwohl ech kei Pop mache
Hol ech mer trotz allem Gold
Log es esch M zom IK ond ned Kendrick Lamar
Man ech bang dini Mom voll uf MDMA
Dine Dad lüüted ah, well er seg voll am Arsch
Ond er wett weder Gras oder CRACK, scheissegal
Esch dis Chick i dim Bett weder ganz?
Brudi vo wem hed sie ächt das? (hä?)
Vo wo söst sött sie all die neue Stellige ha
Plus all die neue Prellige ha
Mothafuuuck
[Pre-Hook: Mimiks]
Weed zom verbrönne, Boy man du könnsches
Mer send üs am gönne (gönne)
Baby chom gömmer hei oder lömmers
Mer send üs am gönne
[Hook: Mimiks]
Mer send üs am gönne, gönne, gönne, gönne (3x)
Mer send üs am gönne
Wiiti Pupille dini Boys send am chille
[Verse 2: Pablo]
Boom boom, blood shot eyes, pupils dilated
I fucking hate when my mindframe ain't light-sabre
-tooth, tiger-penis-soup- medicated, if not
I fake it, foaming till your mind naked
I know guys with natural highs, actual highs
3 glasses of H2O and the laughter subsides
Madness by time-square equals
Light year people, third name evergreen tree
Spent some thirty days on vacation flipping pages and bacon
Chasing vapors of dawn like they're dragons
Drinking sun and sea water up in flagons like a norse god
Indigo kids back up when I pour shots
My cocoon gives me safety, I live life with my
Safety off swinging big clubs, ain't no safe Tee-
Off, better pay me, rocks ain't gonna cut it like an
Army budget, I be bugging out up on my body buffet