作词 : Frederick J. Tipton/Jeremie Pennick 作曲 : Frederick J. Tipton/Jeremie Pennick/Alan D. Maman Might just spill over on you Okay, I'm trying baby N*gga, my name is c*caine Yeah, uh, uh You n*ggas snitchin' gettin' time shaved Sold the book on my boost mobile, I boost the crime rate Tellin' all my hoes that I love 'em, I'm playin' mind games And b*tches after your last dollar, they take your last name I'm married to this sh*t, I jumped off the porch then I jumped the room Bunny Rabbit gang, we be robbin' sh*t like like the Romper Room Catch your Uber or lyzift, I sent the rezith The feds wanna turn the witness, I plead the fizith Been smokin' since 13, I fried my brain, so I ain't never stressin' I can't hold no grudges, Michael Thomas, b*tch, I'm catchin' blessings Police tryna catch me, ain't gon' catch me ridin' without my weapon Panoramic roof off of on that coupe, I look like George Jetson Space Ghost Fentanyl, got a gas mask when I make d*pe I done seen a lot of OG's at this table havin' you taste d*pe I just got another case though, call me lawyer, hit him with the pesos Gotta cook a bird where the J's stay, got a play play for the yayo Been thuggin' since a youngin', I'm too legit to quit I keep this b*tch in like my kinship, bustin' shots at the b*tch I had the strap, she took the charge, I took that b*tch on the trip Flew in her friends, jumped on the boat, I f*cked them both Sh*t was lit, sh*t was lit Pray my soul keep dead low or lay me down The SWAT team might machine gun or grenade me down And if they do tear my people, just hold my babies down N*gga we need to go back the pages like it's the eighties now Yeah, f*ck rap, b*tch, I'm poppin' off of poppy seed My name c*caine ain't got put me in the nominees Since gangsta gears rolled back the bars, I see a lot of me N*ggas is my sons, I wish they mommas would have swallowed these N*gga, cappin' ass n*gga Jeezy used to say "Boy, you one rappin' ass n*gga" I said I'm shippin' packs, I don't need no advance, n*gga N*ggas thought I took a loss, but I jumped off And I got richer, sh*t is funny when you think about it Rolex too big, I took a link up out it Frank Lucas I hit the closet, pulled the mink up out it Livin' this life, p*ssy dream about it, n*gga Bury me with ratchets, let the feds tell it, apparently a magnum Gucci hoodie smell like kerosine and ashes Don't get carried away, I been up and look how carefully I stack it Got your advance check buried in the mattress We the Yankees on the pennant run You in need of soldiers, heard you rented some Tellin' war stories and you ain't been in none But look what I converted to from lettin' burners loose out convertibles My b*tch gon' be the driver for a purse or two Nah, my finger never gon' point You know p*ssy best when it's moist Got a hammer and a brick from a plug I met in a joint Miami, Superbowl weekend, I got head in a Royce We chasin' cheddar of course, I wouldn't care if it's Deutsch It was either law school or dog food If I was makin' y'all moves, we all lose Make these sucker n*ggas pay, those was our rules You gon' need more guns and lucky horse shoes I never took an L, but a few loss to mind New loft down town and this view was hard to find Sold lines to abusers, now I'ma abuse y'all with lines I'm in this black thing, he ain't just a few cars behind I bought two of everything, they said "dude lost his mind" Two gold Cubans, like I'm tryin' too hard to shine Two whips, one a coupe that's too small to drive Two-car garage, two broad massage, yeah N*ggas think I be frontin' But I just be talkin' that real sh*t I don't expect anybody to feel it though 'Cause y'all n*ggas not like that (Nobody talk that sh*t like I talk that sh*t n*gga, let's go) With this .9 I got from the district, I'm shoppin' for Christian I'm in Vegas drippin' in jewelry I got from the district They say hustlin' like a disease, I'ma die with the symptoms Put three hundred grams on a brick, cut the pie into sixes The Butcher comin', n*gga
[00:00.000] 作词 : Frederick J. Tipton/Jeremie Pennick [00:00.020] 作曲 : Frederick J. Tipton/Jeremie Pennick/Alan D. Maman [00:00.040]Might just spill over on you [00:04.089]Okay, I'm trying baby [00:08.451]N*gga, my name is c*caine [00:12.683]Yeah, uh, uh [00:15.112]You n*ggas snitchin' gettin' time shaved [00:17.333]Sold the book on my boost mobile, I boost the crime rate [00:20.702]Tellin' all my hoes that I love 'em, I'm playin' mind games [00:23.994]And b*tches after your last dollar, they take your last name [00:27.050]I'm married to this sh*t, I jumped off the porch then I jumped the room [00:30.524]Bunny Rabbit gang, we be robbin' sh*t like like the Romper Room [00:33.424]Catch your Uber or lyzift, I sent the rezith [00:36.245]The feds wanna turn the witness, I plead the fizith [00:39.563]Been smokin' since 13, I fried my brain, so I ain't never stressin' [00:43.089]I can't hold no grudges, Michael Thomas, b*tch, I'm catchin' blessings [00:46.276]Police tryna catch me, ain't gon' catch me ridin' without my weapon [00:49.542]Panoramic roof off of on that coupe, I look like George Jetson Space Ghost [00:53.356]Fentanyl, got a gas mask when I make d*pe [00:55.602]I done seen a lot of OG's at this table havin' you taste d*pe [00:58.658]I just got another case though, call me lawyer, hit him with the pesos [01:01.898]Gotta cook a bird where the J's stay, got a play play for the yayo [01:05.084]Been thuggin' since a youngin', I'm too legit to quit [01:07.958]I keep this b*tch in like my kinship, bustin' shots at the b*tch [01:11.040]I had the strap, she took the charge, I took that b*tch on the trip [01:14.253]Flew in her friends, jumped on the boat, I f*cked them both [01:16.709]Sh*t was lit, sh*t was lit [01:18.355]Pray my soul keep dead low or lay me down [01:21.254]The SWAT team might machine gun or grenade me down [01:24.702]And if they do tear my people, just hold my babies down [01:27.968]N*gga we need to go back the pages like it's the eighties now [01:30.763]Yeah, f*ck rap, b*tch, I'm poppin' off of poppy seed [01:34.080]My name c*caine ain't got put me in the nominees [01:37.293]Since gangsta gears rolled back the bars, I see a lot of me [01:40.428]N*ggas is my sons, I wish they mommas would have swallowed these [01:43.981]N*gga, cappin' ass n*gga [01:45.966]Jeezy used to say "Boy, you one rappin' ass n*gga" [01:48.996]I said I'm shippin' packs, I don't need no advance, n*gga [01:52.366]N*ggas thought I took a loss, but I jumped off [01:54.430]And I got richer, sh*t is funny when you think about it [01:58.009]Rolex too big, I took a link up out it [02:01.117]Frank Lucas I hit the closet, pulled the mink up out it [02:04.513]Livin' this life, p*ssy dream about it, n*gga [02:08.771]Bury me with ratchets, let the feds tell it, apparently a magnum [02:12.167]Gucci hoodie smell like kerosine and ashes [02:14.570]Don't get carried away, I been up and look how carefully I stack it [02:18.462]Got your advance check buried in the mattress [02:20.892]We the Yankees on the pennant run [02:22.799]You in need of soldiers, heard you rented some [02:25.280]Tellin' war stories and you ain't been in none [02:27.658]But look what I converted to from lettin' burners loose out convertibles [02:31.680]My b*tch gon' be the driver for a purse or two [02:34.084]Nah, my finger never gon' point [02:36.121]You know p*ssy best when it's moist [02:38.211]Got a hammer and a brick from a plug I met in a joint [02:40.876]Miami, Superbowl weekend, I got head in a Royce [02:43.984]We chasin' cheddar of course, I wouldn't care if it's Deutsch [02:48.138]It was either law school or dog food [02:51.142]If I was makin' y'all moves, we all lose [02:54.485]Make these sucker n*ggas pay, those was our rules [02:57.542]You gon' need more guns and lucky horse shoes [03:00.676]I never took an L, but a few loss to mind [03:03.315]New loft down town and this view was hard to find [03:06.502]Sold lines to abusers, now I'ma abuse y'all with lines [03:09.976]I'm in this black thing, he ain't just a few cars behind [03:12.902]I bought two of everything, they said "dude lost his mind" [03:16.193]Two gold Cubans, like I'm tryin' too hard to shine [03:19.302]Two whips, one a coupe that's too small to drive [03:22.776]Two-car garage, two broad massage, yeah [03:27.609]N*ggas think I be frontin' [03:29.280]But I just be talkin' that real sh*t [03:31.658]I don't expect anybody to feel it though [03:33.826]'Cause y'all n*ggas not like that (Nobody talk that sh*t like I talk that sh*t n*gga, let's go) [03:38.606]With this .9 I got from the district, I'm shoppin' for Christian [03:41.506]I'm in Vegas drippin' in jewelry I got from the district [03:44.667]They say hustlin' like a disease, I'ma die with the symptoms [03:48.010]Put three hundred grams on a brick, cut the pie into sixes [03:51.171]The Butcher comin', n*gga
