Octogone [English translation]

[Intro]

Yeah, yeah

Ris-Kaa, ris-Kaaa

2.7.0 brother, ON3

[Unique verse]

Middle, middle, in your grandmother, son of a bitch, I fuck like in a porn movie

I don't hang around with a safety device, you turn the other cheek, I pee on it

I recharge my tank, you do the put, all this liquid, all these flows

The ones you're walking with are the ones who are killing you

Naked butts in nightclub, that's spelled: S.L.U.T.

These bastards are followers, sorry, they suck dicks

Two-seater, roro balls, ice hearth

JR, Louis Vuitton, what audacity, a million, one more

Behind the bars, rider, always at the withers, swallow

We know how this is going to end, no need to chat

If you're my worst, for you, I'll do it for free

If you don't get it, my .38 Magnum translates

Biatch, why are you getting so upset? Excuse me, but you don't count

On me, you plot, suck me and suck my buddy

Kilos, aerodrome, pellet for a chrome

Incurable is my syndrome, they throw you underground with bruises

The cross country hit is electric, we steal from thieves

Because they can't call the cops, in my case, it's genetic

I do the script, the sound of the Toka, it's the credits

For you, it's troubles, for us anyway, it's beneficial

With this dose, I'm invincible (blow, blow, blow)

Full face helmet and I'm invisible (grrah)

I'll shoot you even if you're not my target

Slut, you probably think we're not massive (Kaaris)

You make noise, we don't declare, the Maglite dazzles you but doesn't enlighten you

We work hard, we skip the steps, we know it's wrong but we skip the step

You can ask for it, I have hands behind my back

Even blindfolded, we go into your subburbs

I get into the ass of a slut and it doesn't receive anymore, I drop the mashed potatoes, see you later

Tell me bitch if you liked it, that's all there is to it

I give, I don't do loans, I only give for real ones

When I hit, I don't take a break, you eat the gloves, you eat the Kebab

ON3 is like OPEC, it's oil when I pee

It smells like Gucci when I fart, you still want it like the thieb'

I don't trust him, because he wants what I have (nope)

I've been through a lot, so I know what it's like

I'll never be an icon, I come from below like a yellow vest

You were riding horses when I dreamed of having an ATV

Everyone to the hospital, ask 92iTT

Your chick is the slut, not mine

Will's little bridges are in your dog's pussy

Three kids, she's twerking on the net, I can't imagine the miles

2.7, 2.7, 2.7, 2.7

• Artist:Kaaris
• Album:Or Noir Part 3