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作词 : Kentrell Gaulden/Leor Shevah/Ethan Hayes/Jason Goldberg
作曲 : Kentrell Gaulden/Leor Shevah/Ethan Hayes/Jason Goldberg
(Leor, light it up)
(What's up, Haze?)
Huh, huh, huh
Huh, ridin' in that mother****in' skrrt-skrrt, vroom
Shawty on my side, and she don't want me to lose
I can't make this up 'bout how I came through shinin'
Yeah, you knowin' how I do
Actin' crazy in this bitch like I belong on the news
Turnin' up, up in this bitch like I'm a mother****in' fool
I go dumb up in this bitch, I go to wavin' with my tool
For Big Dump, I really miss, I got them bodies two by two, ha
Time to head home, baby, what that sex 'bout? (Okay)
Have your head on, baby, lose that cell phone (Okay)
We **** the flyest, she let me hit it in my VLONE
One-fifty units, I just need to get a big loan
Cards like its real estate, nigga, better get down
Soon as that chopper bang, gravediggin', 4K Trey
Nigga, this a shotta's chain
Real killer, don't play with children, 'fore I had five at five brains
Do the dash on pro charge engines, hit it, this bitch insane
Pussy nigga mad about my millions, can't talk wit' 'em sane
Comprehension with no understandin', they don't know what I'm sayin'
How we wait outside, put end to lives
Wear meaningless diamond chains spinnin' 'bout our dead brother name?
I knock shit off as soon as it's up, they need to put me in a zoo
I got big bank, plenty money, and my sons too
We tote sticks like they baboons, got my blick in New York like Woo
Cousin Lil Dee, call him Skully, just wan' crash when Top say shoot
Play with that dog food like my cousin, profit jump back up in two
Prophet preachin' to the youth, all that lame shit, we don't do
**** niggas, hatin'-ass, who you kill? Protect your gang, bang with your crew
Me and my mans, we out the roof, I'm screamin', "Bitch, what you wan' do?"
GTR, I'ma turn this bitch into a slider
I **** with her, take her out to Shyne, flood her with diamonds
I'm gon' murder someone, pray that I just don't have to remind her
I ain't got no work on me, real fast in that foreign, how I be drivin'
We killed him, we slimed him, man, we slimed him in that mother****in'—, ooh
I'm by my lonely, probably two guns on me
Yeah, ridin' in the coupe
Shawty know I'm high in this mother****er, want me to get her high too
Tryna tell you they can be with it, I'm already on that