YOUNG MULTI: FANTA

Yeah, yeah, every homie is from a different planet, yeah
The whole galaxy is ours and the violet sky is just like Fanta
Fucked like a comet and I'm on top and they're calling a false start
Cockpit closed to doubters, I say today bye bye (bye bye)
Young Multi]
Huh uh, to the unbelievers I say bye bye
The female dog calls me dad, even though I'm not her dad
Huuh, we glow at night when their lights go out
Rocks on the neck feel like a fendi
Pass me the F-ka, I'm not talking about Fendi (skrrt, yeah)
Money on money and my percentage grows (skrrt)
I stack a penga like my pants
She asks when I grow up
Why do I put cabbage over love
III Sobieski has never let me down
And the teenager's heads are fucking empty
This is why I work to get a rocket
The way back to my planet
Each of the homies high in the sky
They smoke green, not pound (yеah)
They smoke green and not pound (uh)
They smoke green, not pound
Yeah, yeah, every homie is from a different planet, yeah
The whole galaxy is ours and the violet sky is just like Fanta
Fucked like a comet and I'm on top and they're calling a false start
Cockpit closed to doubters, I say today bye bye (bye bye)
We're trapping here from another planet
If you're a man fucking a saw, it falls on your head
Whores sharpen their teeth at me
I fucked them up a long time ago and I'm still hungry
Guala, guala, now I get it
Whatever I have recorded, it fucks everything up
I go into the field for them, attack like Dybala
The new wave, you wash off, because the tsunami is on the rise, it's hitting you right now
Now in orbit we chill with the homies
Space guap comes in, we wrap it up
I do not have to prove, because these are simple facts
You don't have to catch it, we have our hands at the concert
Motherfuckers can talk fucking moms
Collect that target, let's get the money
We fall into the track, we kill him
Woah, yeah, catch a body
You can see it works, you can keep complaining
You said you had guns, then you can bring them out
Even when you get it, they'll be fucking stupid
That's why I mute them, I'll make millions in silence
When I wind it up in their tub, Hiroshima, the bombs go down
I pump this hype, bitch I don't need a pump
I can buy flying saucers for every homie
Because we have high flights
Yeah, yeah, every homie is from a different planet, yeah
The whole galaxy is ours and the violet sky is just like Fanta
Fucked like a comet and I'm on top and they're calling a false start
Cockpit closed to doubters, I say today bye bye (bye bye)