Young Multi - AK47

[Intro]
It's Marceli in this bitch, hoe
We want FAMAS, we want Glock, we want AK-47
When you look at me, I know — you wish you had me for yourself
My little brother, big paws, unnecessary rifles
You don't want smoke with us, so don't try to touch family

[Chorus]
We want FAMAS, we want Glock, we want AK-47
When you look at me, I know — you wish you had me for yourself
My little brother, big paws, unnecessary rifles
You don't want smoke with us, so don't try to touch family

[Verse 1]
My enemies are the biggest fans
On the tracks they scream my name loudly — like orgasms
I'm only interested in paychecks, and girls
They know more about me than my mother
And it's fucking funny and it's fucking beautiful
They call me mop, because I'm cleaning the stage again (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
They always wanted me to lose my throne
I fell from the mountain, they cut off the bungee, but I got a parachute
I lived in your heads without paying rent
Please open your head, 'cause I got stuck at the exit
Gettin' cash, yeah, no time to rest, just gettin' cash, yeah
Just gettin' cash, just gettin'—
And every brother fucking laid back, like lean in his blood
That's the vibe, that's the style
Sorry if one of them wraps your bitch up in his motherfucking crib, yeah, yeah
In his motherfucking crib, yeah

[Chorus]
We want FAMAS, we want Glock, we want AK-47
When you look at me, I know — you wish you had me for yourself
My brother, big paws, unnecessary rifles
You don't want smoke with us, so don't try to touch the family
We want FAMAS, we want Glock, we want AK-47
When you look at me, I know — you'd like to have me for yourself
My little brother, big paws, unnecessary guns
You don't want to smoke with us, so don't try to touch the family

[Verse 2]
(Hahahahahahahahahahaahh…)
Let's go (Yeah, yeah), let's go
Black on black, uh, yeah
Black on black, uh, yeah
Black on black, uh, yeah
Black on black, Grand Cherokee, yeah
No, fucking Lambo
5.56 on my enemies, yeah
Full-auto will fly
(YFL), when we enter, bitches feel this presence
For the heresy he uttered, yeah, his heart will stop today
They tryhard in videos to earn their respect
And your label gives me money to look at your number
I won't trust people, because snakes fucked up my hand
I need a warm jacket, because my heart is constantly getting colder
Fuck you They're coming at me now, like it's on the rise
And when clout was little, they were kneeling in DMs
Now everyone's an expert, because you're boosting their ego
Delete your account, apologize to your mother, don't forget your father

[Transition]
Huuh...
Eyes on me (Wow, wow)
The whole sold-out club is jumping for me
H-u-u-uh...
Eyes on me (Yeah, yeah)
The whole sold-out club is jumping for me
We want FAMAS, we want Glock (We want FAMAS, we want Glock)
We want AK-47 (We want AK-47)
We want FAMAS, we want Glock (We want FAMAS, we want Glock)
We want AK-47 (Seven, seven, seven...)

[Chorus]
We want FAMAS, we want Glock, we want AK-47
When you look at me, I know — you'd like to have me for yourself
My brother, big paws, unnecessary guns
You don't want smoke with us, so don't try to touch the family
We want FAMAS, we want Glock, we want AK-47
When you look at me, I know — you want me for yourself
My brother, big paws, unnecessary guns
You don't want smoke with us, so don't try to touch the family