[00:00.000] 作词 : Adrian Baez/Dennys Capellan
[00:00.000] 作曲 : Adrian Baez/Dennys Capellan
[00:00.0][Verse]
[00:12.92]Yeah, wildin' on the mother****in' E-Way
[00:14.61]We gon' hit the north, find the trapout
[00:16.32]I ain't even tryna talk about it
[00:17.35]Stop acting like you with it, you don't air out
[00:19.49]I need some more bottles for these bitches
[00:21.18]You peep how a young nigga finna play out
[00:22.44]Run up your ho
[00:23.31]He say he lit, finna boom at the store
[00:24.64]We finna hit us some more
[00:26.16]New Gucci
[00:27.0]I need a baddie to suck on a nigga while I drop the top
[00:28.89]That's that new boujie
[00:30.19]Five bands for a Birkin, no bitch, I don't work
[00:32.3]Do whatever I want, I got new blue cheese
[00:33.25]They gon' do you on me, I got shooters with me
[00:34.83]That hold a lot of weight, I need thick groupies
[00:36.33]Hold up, bitch, don't make noise while you riding
[00:38.23]I got the word that a nigga was plotting on
[00:39.59]Who the **** goofy ain't think we was sliding?
[00:41.17]Bag your bitch on purpose
[00:42.40]Yeah, uh, uh, uh, yeah, yeah
[00:44.85]I ain't trippin' about no lil' bitch, I want bands
[00:46.88]Shorty gon' **** 'em with the FN
[00:47.81]Countin' up all these bodies that drop in my hand
[00:49.37]We gon' handle the opp, tell 'em bring out his mans
[00:51.10]Bring in more bitches, uh
[00:52.84]I got racks in my pocket, I tell you I'm ready to go, nigga
[00:54.73]I don't think bout an opp
[00:56.16]Swear a nigga gon' drop
[00:57.4]Gang be ready to pop, they gon' go get you
[00:58.21]She be easy, my bro 'bout to bag her
[00:59.54]She beggin' my guys to go buy her some more liquor
[01:01.27]She do not give a **** about her nigga
[01:02.79]Like a burner, she ready to blow nigga
[01:04.97]Go far, said I want all the smoke
[01:06.31]I want big war, finna get up a million vests
[01:07.85]I don't think I could hide, then I might catch a body
[01:09.72]Ain't tryna get booked for shooting at his neck
[01:11.34]We gon' get it regardless, I put that on God
[01:12.93]I got so many reasons I don't need to step
[01:14.69]Skeeza
[01:15.50]I remember they ain't jack my speaker
[01:16.97]I do not mix with nobody
[01:18.29]Rent out a Bugatti
[01:19.1]He probably don't like me, give that boy a feature
[01:20.58]We gon run up behind him, ain't checkin' ya pockets
[01:21.77]I just need to press him posting like a female
[01:23.86]At the end of the day, you ain't stacking no bread
[01:25.17]Why the **** am I beefing with a little broke boy?
[01:26.49]I be choking ya ho like a ho boy
[01:28.74]Got a whole lotta racks, it get dope, boy
[01:29.93][Chorus]
[01:30.35]All that talk, finna dump at his face, new killer
[01:31.74]**** what they talking 'bout
[01:33.8]I got hundred bitches, I ain't macking with no niggas
[01:34.88]Forty bands up in the back on God
[01:36.33]I ain't lacking, bitch, on my dead got big triggers
[01:38.16]Re-up, said the bitch tryna ****, can I meet her?
[01:39.79]I could care less, get a bag, I don't need her
[01:41.87]Lord knows run the bread like a meter
[01:43.83]Face, new killer
[01:44.74]**** what they talking 'bout
[01:46.11]I got hundred bitches, I ain't macking with no niggas
[01:47.81]Forty bands up in the back on God
[01:49.25]I ain't lacking, bitch, on my dead got big triggers
[01:51.16]Re-up, said the bitch tryna ****, can I meet her?
[01:53.64]I could care less, get a bag, I don't need her
[01:55.10]Lord knows run the bread like a meter