Svarta Handskar lyrics
(English Translation)

Intro: AC
It happens that I'm joking
Do you understand?
Yes, they happen
Well, I don't understand
Why, you have to make such a thing out of them
Well, do you understand?

Intro: WW, WP
Na-Na-Na-Na
Na-Na
Na-Na-Na-Na
Na-Na-Na R&R

Intro: OR
Help someone call the police

Hook: WW
Revolver 8mm, quietly laying secrets
Killing conscience, no honor
Sending flares , sending rockets
Don't need to fight, fix torpedoes

Verse 1: WW
Who is he real g and a bram, backing you he is he
They are true (Ah)
If you fuck with his gun shit you disappeared
A criminal, street smart mastermind (Ahh)

Spitting on the ghetto lyric (Grr-Grr-Grr) (Ba-Baow)
Gonna see some heads bounce In the audience
Maybe write some headlines
Who is this new In the music?
Who is he who slaughtered the beat?

It happens that he goes crazy
It happens that I go crazy (Yes, they happen, they happen that I go crazy)
I get tipsy, sometimes we dance (Grrrr)
Black gloves, no traces especially after a robbery

Don't come chalk, try ducking a loan
Traffic we out on a counterattack (Vyoom) , no one is reached
Many lack freedom, shoutout G's behind bars
574 makes you a bitch
No boss, no one can control

Jumps ducks span, gets another
Gotta go incognito, gotta hike
Can't stop , back In a gray room if you fall
5 stretch man collects

Hook: WW
Revolver 8mm, quietly lays secrets
Kills conscience, no honor
Sends flares, sends rockets
Don't need to fight

Verse 2: WP
Ahh, ah

The torpedo, will always help me with the victory
All in all, gotta keep my honor for them so we live
Forced to chase a dirty fucking bill

Flying around town like a taliban
Smoking my fat afghan, I'm gone, until dawn
And all the others just carry on
Sippin dom perignon, what plane am i even on?

Fuck fame, think all that shit is lame
Lots of blame, everything is just the same
Rather stay in my own lane
Don't want to end up like Kurt Cobain, with no brain
With no brain

Verse 3: WW

Skitzo skitzofren (Shii) , the kid never clean
Born to cause trouble and spit on a stage
Really crooked, did you think I was drifting (Ahh) , not really tough (Ahh)
Totally unstoppable (Ahh) , my bars are getting more and more (What)

Other mission, must have everything and much more (What-What-What-What-What-What)
(Ahh) , Sit up there you know (Mmmh)

Hook : WW
Revolver 8mm, quietly puts secrets
Kills conscience, no honor
Sends flares, sends rockets
Don't need to fight, fixes torpedoes (Grrr-hhhh-aaaa)

Verse 4: WW
Akhiranoos, akhilinis, fully activated (Baow-Baow)
A bunch of branded, gangster affiliates
Saying something, they mean it
If you say something, you mean it

Some suspected drug traffickers (Grrr-Baow)
Convicted of aggravated assault
Poor police aspirants (Ahh)
Some made a mistake when they chased bling with diamonds (diamonds)
But in the end, each backs up in all directions and edges

Even if we cp, on a lot of substances
Are you taking your last breath In the ambulance (Baow)

Outro: WW
The ambulance
Ambu
Lance
The ambulance