作词 : Ramirez/Ari Starace/M.Hauri/K.Pouya/Kyle DeStefano/Flynn Hadorn 作曲 : Ramirez/Ari Starace/M.Hauri/K.Pouya/Kyle DeStefano/Flynn Hadorn Ayy *****, I'm dead fresh, I might pull up in a casket You be lookin' sweet like a ****in' fruit basket Spit a couple racks, I get a check and Johnny Cash it I smash it, I let your mama rock my sunglasses Don't think nobody gonna **** with me like I do Look at me killin' it, ************s always talkin', But damnit, I'm high too That means I don't give a **** Yeah, I wanna stunt I make your salary thrice in a month I pay your daddy to roll up my blunts And he blow your allowance to pay for my lunch You ain't with the s**ts, you ain't with the s**ts, You ain't with the s**ts You ain't with the s**ts, RAMIREZ with your ***** (Woah) Ride in the back of the truck with the pump, With a mask covering my face Double the Glock 'cause I rip through the flesh Inside of the Cutty with thing on my waist Kick in the door, point me to the safe ****in' the posters up with all the bass Heat-seeking missiles, I load up and hit you I carry the coffin and drop it in grave (Ho) You ain't with the s**ts, you ain't with the s**ts, You ain't with the s**ts You ain't with the s**ts, Pouya with your ***** I'm in my zone, I'm in my element, that's daily regiment I'm pullin' up to Gravy's mama's house With perfect etiquette, lil' ***** (Hey Mom, look, the boys are back in town) Lil' *****, **** that They been tryna kill me 'cause my bucks fat My new ***** so thick that I got lost up in the buttcrack I'm ready to give my guns back Hop back in the ring and I run that Rid of them off that love pack I'm 'bout to be gettin' my funds back Smokin' up on that swamp sack Cut back in the 'Lac off the Prozac Pimpin' these b*****s, I'm breakin 'em off as they hangin' up off my n*****k Baby bone, got a bone to pick with you, yeah Hold up, Ricky Bobby, I'm jacked up on Mountain Dew, yeah You ain't with the s**ts, you ain't with the s**ts, You ain't with the s**ts You ain't with the s**ts, Trippy with your ***** Mozzarella, marinara Put that s**t up on my pasta I just got the Panamera, uh Only flexing 'cause I gots to Bought some **** and made it water Shark Point to the Lord near Come for your mother and daughter Puffin' the indica harder I just ****ed your ***** in the back of my '96 DeVille (Woah, woohoo) *****, I'm dead fresh, I might pull up in a casket You be lookin' sweet like a ****in' fruit basket Feel like I'm Houdini when your sister let me smash it I dive up in the coochie handcuffed for ten minutes Blindfolded, then escape, that's magic *****
[00:00.000] 作词 : Ramirez/Ari Starace/M.Hauri/K.Pouya/Kyle DeStefano/Flynn Hadorn [00:01.000] 作曲 : Ramirez/Ari Starace/M.Hauri/K.Pouya/Kyle DeStefano/Flynn Hadorn [00:11.90]Ayy [00:12.34]*****, I'm dead fresh, I might pull up in a casket [00:15.39]You be lookin' sweet like a ****in' fruit basket [00:18.47]Spit a couple racks, I get a check and Johnny Cash it [00:21.57]I smash it, I let your mama rock my sunglasses [00:24.41]Don't think nobody gonna **** with me like I do [00:27.09]Look at me killin' it, ************s always talkin', [00:28.93]But damnit, I'm high too [00:30.01]That means I don't give a **** [00:31.29]Yeah, I wanna stunt [00:32.57]I make your salary thrice in a month [00:34.05]I pay your daddy to roll up my blunts [00:35.49]And he blow your allowance to pay for my lunch [00:37.09]You ain't with the s**ts, you ain't with the s**ts, [00:39.37]You ain't with the s**ts [00:40.58]You ain't with the s**ts, RAMIREZ with your ***** (Woah) [00:43.43]Ride in the back of the truck with the pump, [00:44.84]With a mask covering my face [00:45.73]Double the Glock 'cause I rip through the flesh [00:47.55]Inside of the Cutty with thing on my waist [00:49.17]Kick in the door, point me to the safe [00:50.54]****in' the posters up with all the bass [00:52.10]Heat-seeking missiles, I load up and hit you [00:53.66]I carry the coffin and drop it in grave (Ho) [00:55.31]You ain't with the s**ts, you ain't with the s**ts, [00:58.03]You ain't with the s**ts [00:59.20]You ain't with the s**ts, Pouya with your ***** [01:01.49]I'm in my zone, I'm in my element, that's daily regiment [01:04.51]I'm pullin' up to Gravy's mama's house [01:06.38]With perfect etiquette, lil' ***** [01:08.07](Hey Mom, look, the boys are back in town) [01:10.40]Lil' *****, **** that [01:11.96]They been tryna kill me 'cause my bucks fat [01:14.43]My new ***** so thick that I got lost up in the buttcrack [01:17.20]I'm ready to give my guns back [01:18.82]Hop back in the ring and I run that [01:20.32]Rid of them off that love pack [01:21.83]I'm 'bout to be gettin' my funds back [01:23.46]Smokin' up on that swamp sack [01:24.97]Cut back in the 'Lac off the Prozac [01:26.48]Pimpin' these b*****s, [01:27.55]I'm breakin 'em off as they hangin' up off my n*****k [01:29.57]Baby bone, got a bone to pick with you, yeah [01:32.22]Hold up, Ricky Bobby, I'm jacked up on Mountain Dew, yeah [01:35.17]You ain't with the s**ts, you ain't with the s**ts, [01:38.15]You ain't with the s**ts [01:39.43]You ain't with the s**ts, Trippy with your ***** [01:41.66]Mozzarella, marinara [01:43.89]Put that s**t up on my pasta [01:45.53]I just got the Panamera, uh [01:47.18]Only flexing 'cause I gots to [01:48.68]Bought some **** and made it water [01:50.24]Shark Point to the Lord near [01:51.72]Come for your mother and daughter [01:53.21]Puffin' the indica harder [01:54.75]I just ****ed your ***** in the back of my '96 DeVille [01:57.97](Woah, woohoo) [02:00.45]*****, I'm dead fresh, I might pull up in a casket [02:03.72]You be lookin' sweet like a ****in' fruit basket [02:06.84]Feel like I'm Houdini when your sister let me smash it [02:09.98]I dive up in the coochie handcuffed for ten minutes [02:12.99]Blindfolded, then escape, that's magic [02:15.66]*****
