Текст и перевод песни MR Rizzus feat. Ric de Large, Vale Bronson, MARKINO & Vendetta - Tip tap

Tip tap

Troia sto fumando un botto sul salotto di tuo padre
Ho bevuto sono storto
Ho sto iniziando a farmi mille pare
Mi sento di un altro mondo
Non ti sto qua a dire e fare mi chiami non ti rispondo
Sto dentro a un monolocale ah
Ric de large mi fa stare up
Weed e hash sto facendo trap
Tip e tap ballo se ho la cali tic tac pastiglie e poi sbavi
Sbirro chiede la foto poi sua figlia la scopo
Roba bianca ci annuoto
Sto fumando azoto tu e i tuoi soci andate a scrocco
Sono caldo se mi tocco sbocco
Sbirro infame se ti tocco sbocco
Siamo in gara per il primo posto
Sono più di qua che fila mischio caffè e codeina
La mi saga bro continua
Voglio andarmene a cortina
Il mio socio la coltiva
La mia gang la cospira siamo stati presi di mira
Mischio pregabalin con markino
E ci rimango sotto
Se ci vedi prega che non ti veniamo contro
Siamo Monza figlio di puttana infame stronzo
Mi han fermato 7 volte già dopo un secondo fanculo

Zero esco in gucci slacciate
Regalo duemila di borse rubate
Trecento cavalli coi soldi del giro anni fa
Per due buste finite a lamate moncler bianco ora nevica
Meglio girate in 40
Ma manco uno sveglio facevo le firme
Ho riempito il registro sti qua per un mese ci fanno su un disco
Seeee fai la fame sai il cazzo che me ne frega
Crocifissi d'oro al collo qua di noi nessuno prega
20900 malavita questo parla ha la faccia pulita
Non parlarmi di strada se sei duemila

Cerco prezzi buoni nel trap
Faccio bossing frate la mia vita la famiglia ed i miei soldi
Fanculo i tuoi homie
Son cazzate non sono buoni
Faccio merda fresca come neve
Tu la vuoi 20900 sempre per la vita boy
Siamo Monza sempre in questa merda tutti i giorni
Ho due cellulari però chiamo sempre
Jonny mischio vally e xanax nella fanta con le jolly

My bitch rich and she bad and she do what I want
Dsquared jeans and my feet are margiela
Pull out the .40 it sing like a song
She wanna fuck cuz she Hurd of the song
Pour da drop in soda pop and it's gone
You try to play let it pop now you gone
I got no time I can never waist it Hop in V12 then I gotta race it
Or CLS AMG yea the Biturbo
I pop da clutch
Smoking da fronto this shit ain't no Dutch
2020 super Moto no rust
I take a perc and it gave me a rush
And she could play around but not with us
My money tall like the Vatican
Know ima get it I know you gon spend it
Hop in the V do the dash and it's rented
Jus hit my phone for the packs and you know ima send it
Stacking I haven't been broke ina minute
Still take a call yea the night never over
We got P's in the back of the rover
I hit dat bitch and I'm passing her ova
Trapping off Apple not a Motorola
My wrist cold it be catching pneumonia

Tip tap

Baby, I'm smoking a blunt on your father's couch
I'm drunk, I'm high
I'm starting to get a thousand ideas
I feel like I'm in another world
I'm not here to talk to you, don't call me, I won't answer
I'm in a studio apartment
Ric de large keeps me up
Weed and hash, I'm making trap
Tip and tap, I dance if I have cali, tic tac, pills and then drool
Cop asks for a picture, then I fuck his daughter
White stuff, I write it down
I'm smoking nitrogen, you and your friends are freeloading
I'm hot, if I touch myself I'll cum
Dirty cop, if I touch you I'll cum
We're in the race for first place
I'm more than here, mixing coffee and codeine
My saga continues, bro
I want to go to Cortina
My partner grows it
My gang conspires, we've been targeted
I mix pregabalin with markino
And I stay under it
If you see us, pray that we don't come against you
We're Monza, you son of a bitch, you bastard
They've stopped me 7 times already, after a second, fuck you

Yo, I go out in untied Guccis
I give away two thousand stolen bags
Three hundred horsepower with the money from the tour years ago
Two bags ended up in Lamate, white Moncler, now it's snowing
Better ride in 40
But not even one smart one, I was signing
I filled the register, these guys are making a record out of it for a month
Yeah, you're starving, who gives a fuck
Gold crucifixes around their necks, none of us pray here
20900 underworld, this guy talks, he's got a clean face
Don't talk to me about the street if you're two thousand

I'm looking for good prices in the trap
I'm bossing up, bro, my life is my family and my money
Fuck your homies
It's bullshit, they're not good
I make fresh shit like snow
You want it 20900 always for life boy
We are Monza always in this shit every day
I have two cell phones but I always call
Jonny I mix vally and xanax in the fanta with the jolly

My bitch rich and she bad and she do what I want
Dsquared jeans and my feet are margiela
Pull out the .40 it sing like a song
She wanna fuck cuz she Hurd of the song
Pour da drop in soda pop and it's gone
You try to play let it pop now you gone
I got no time I can never waist it Hop in V12 then I gotta race it
Or CLS AMG yea the Biturbo
I pop da clutch
Smoking da fronto this shit ain't no Dutch
2020 super Moto no rust
I take a perc and it gave me a rush
And she could play around but not with us
My money tall like the Vatican
Know ima get it I know you gon spend it
Hop in the V do the dash and it's rented
Jus hit my phone for the packs and you know ima send it
Stacking I haven't been broke ina minute
Still take a call yea the night never over
We got P's in the back of the rover
I hit dat bitch and I'm passing her ova
Trapping off Apple not a Motorola
My wrist cold it be catching pneumonia