FARID BANG & CAPO - International Gangstas ft. 6IX9INE & SCH (English lyrics)

*German part translated by JNTLDW
French part translated by Bored Kid

[Pre-Intro: 6ix9ine]
Squad!
Farid Bang, what’s poppin’?
Capo, let it breathe!
Juh-Dee on the beat

[Pre-Hook: Capo]
Helal Money Cartel, the Magnum is in the Benzer.
Capo, 6ix9ine and my Choya Farid Bang, Chab
Selfmade millionaire, always on the move like world stars
Salam alaikum, international Gangstas, Gangstas

[Hook: Capo & 6ix9ine]
Gangstas, Gangstas, Gangstas (grrah)
International Gangstas, Gangstas, Gangstas (grrah)
International Gangstas, Gangstas, Gangstas (grrah)
International Gangstas, Gangstas, Gangstas (squad!)

[Verse 1: 6ix9ine]
Squad!
All these pipes in my trunk like I’m plumbin’ shit (stupid)
Spinnin’ through your block, sound like we drummin’ and shit (come here, bozo)
Boy this FN got a kick, look like I’m puntin’ some shit (grrraaaa)
Sniper on the roof, scope look like he huntin’ your clique (grrrrraaa)
Baseball bat to his Yankee hat
Make a lil’ nigga face out my Gat
Pop that shit, he acrobat
Leave a nigga flat on the playground mat
Call 911, bet he can’t come back
Should have never got caught [?] out that
Always got my strap, up that, ASAP
When that Ruger clap, your medulla splat (squad)
None of my niggas got nothin’ to lose
They might just up it and dump it at you
All of my niggas, they shootin’ to shoot
All of my niggas, they shootin’ to shoot (squad)
All I hang with is savages, goons
Really ain’t nothin’ to up it at you
Pull up and you gon’ end up in a tomb
Pull up and you gon’ end up in a tomb
Woah, wait, stay with a strap
Woah, wait, I do not lack
Woah, wait, you gettin’ clapped
Woah, wait, I do not cap
Woah, wait, I stay with a Ruger
Woah, wait, I am a shooter
Woah, wait, off Molly, I’m booted
Woah, wait, I told you I’m ruthless (squad)

[Hook: Capo & 6ix9ine]
Gangstas, Gangstas, Gangstas
International Gangstas, Gangstas, Gangstas
International Gangstas, Gangstas, Gangstas
International Gangstas, Gangstas, Gangstas (squad!)

[Verse 2: Farid Bang]
Just for my collection program.
I’m being reported today by the Federal Office for the Protection of the Constitution.
Los Angeles, Mexico, Narco-Mula (yes)
Farid Bang, el aléman Chapo Guzmán (El Chapo)
I have some mocros with me (ey)
Whore, I’m loco, want a fight (ey)
And my wallet, it looks like
Like the head of 6ix9ine (ey)
Rappers, they can’t pay the rent.
Driving a Benz thanks to a leasing contract
You come into the Hood disguised as a undercover cop.
You leave her in a big coffin (ey)
Baller’ against [?]-Lines (Coco, Coco)
Make them small with Air Max (loco, loco)
Back then, I used to go home with the S6 tram line
Today, in the S6
I make waves in front of teenagers
And fake the bitch in a Daimler-Benz.
Play your self as a G, pretend to be something.
Which you’re not like a secret agent.
Fuck the mothers of rappers
You know this banger is sick.
I fly to America, fuck the Jenner Clan.
And the Kardashian man, ey
Woah, wey, banger music
Woah, wey, run or shoot
Woah, wey, the end of the song
Woah, wey, a lot of profit

[Hook: Capo & 6ix9ine]
Gangstas, Gangstas, Gangstas
International Gangstas, Gangstas, Gangstas
International Gangstas, Gangstas, Gangstas
International Gangstas, Gangstas, Gangstas (squad!)

3rd verse (Sch) :
Eyes all red like a blood, son of a bitch don’t come to my hood
Three sixes and I’m talking to Ezekiel, we’ll fuck you up, the tide is turning
Heavy, heavy, heavy, han, you take it, we hand it to you
Heavy, heavy, heavy, han, you take it, we sell it to you
Some cash and I’ll touchdown, when we pull the trigger, we don’t leave the trace of a single round
Fuck the cops, we have the same guns as them, you fucker, I’ve got plenty brothers in the slammers
When we pull the trigger, we don’t leave the trace of single round, fuck the cops we have the same guns as them
Pull up on you in my vehicle, stick my middle finger up at you
I’ll put your head in the reticle, putana
Drive-by “1.3”, I’m on the bike (gang, gang, gang, gang)
Gang like Ochoa, Die, you don’t have a choice, there’s only photos left of you
Stop running your mouth for nothing, we really do the things you talk about
Hop on my dick, I’m switching to 6th gear in my white Ferrari
This is Marseilles bébé, criminals all the way to Düsseldorf
I’ll scratch your leather up, you son of a bitch, just wait til’ I break this bottle of Smirnoff

[Hook: Capo & 6ix9ine]
Gangstas, Gangstas, Gangstas
International Gangstas, Gangstas, Gangstas
International Gangstas, Gangstas, Gangstas
International Gangstas, Gangstas, Gangstas (squad!)