作词 : Kentrell Gaulden/Gregory Sanders Jr./Maurice Polite Jr./Jason Goldberg 作曲 : Kentrell Gaulden/Gregory Sanders Jr./Maurice Polite Jr./Jason Goldberg [Intro] I got Hitman on the beat Havokondabeat, bitch Big steppin', no, no, no, no, I ain't worried Yeah, man, they dyin' on the curb Yeah, they die, but I ain't worried, look
[Verse 1] Look, niggas cliquin' up like hoes, huh Pull up and I'm strapped down with a lot of poles You better have your flag if that's the gang you chose (Let's go) You better hit the gas and get your name unknown (Bitch)
[Chorus] Nigga, this is a TEC-9 (Pew, pew, fah, fah) Pull up at the right time, let the window down (Rrah, rrah) You wan' bang out, we gon' bang out, you won't **** with slime I leave that paint out, X your name out, put your name online I say that list that put them bodies straight up in the dirt Young nigga live like kamikaze, might die to get you murked Check out my pants, check out my shirt What's tucked up in come with a burst If they up in, we come and search Next time we spin, you gon' get murked
[Verse 2] You scared to take your ass to church And can't no pastor stop no headshot Out the window with that red-dot, shooter sped off Knocked out that bitch, head off I'm the murder man (Pew, pew, baow, baow) No time for playin', this Glock come with a burst Bitch, try anything Nigga, this that Squid Game Bitch, I make 'em cop out When he catch him, let that six hang Bet he gon' get knocked off We gon' bang out, we gon' bang out, ain't no standin' down We let that stick off from the street while all your family 'round If you want beef, my brothers creep Fire from the Glock put you to sleep I'm in the Bayou, in the seat Big slimes petite, we wet your feet We bend your curb, bitch, play with me Bitch, they gon' bury you in a week You know YB **** all them streams I love to hear the chopper speak [Chorus] Nigga, this is a TEC-9 (Pew, pew, fah, fah) Pull up at the right time, let the window down (Rrah, rrah) You wan' bang out, we gon' bang out, you won't **** with slime I leave that paint out, X your name out, put your name online I say that list that put them bodies straight up in the dirt Young nigga live like kamikaze, might die to get you murked Check out my pants, check out my shirt What's tucked up in come with a burst If they up in, we come and search Next time we spin, you gon' get murked
[Verse 3] In the hood I grew up, I was taught not to bluff Strapped down in the truck, doped up, bitch Time to shoot up the scene, Glock .17, no lemon squeeze and no switch I'ma make you scream right off the bat, I up this Gat', so don't flinch Can't get this monkey off my back, I'm poppin' pills with dopin' Navigator with a TEC-9, **** a hater, bitch, it's my time Been havin' thoughts on slangin' iron since my big brother Dave died Certified stepper 'bout mine, come off the top with that iron Up out my mother****in' mind, certain they gon' die by my fire I beat the block 'til I die, no sense in grandpa keep tryin' I got my flag, I'm throwin' signs behind enemy lines Control the gas, the one who drivin', bang that red, he a slime Got low eyes, but still don't try me I'm strapped and ready right now, nigga, ah [Chorus] Nigga, this is a TEC-9 (Pew, pew, fah, fah) Pull up at the right time, let the window down (Rrah, rrah) You wan' bang out, we gon' bang out, you won't **** with slime I leave that paint out, X your name out, put your name online I say that list that put them bodies straight up in the dirt Young nigga live like kamikaze, might die to get you murked Check out my pants, check out my shirt What's tucked up in come with a burst If they up in, we come and search Next time we spin, you gon' get murked, bitch
[Outro] I got Hitman on the beat Havokondabeat, bitch
[00:00.000] 作词 : Kentrell Gaulden/Gregory Sanders Jr./Maurice Polite Jr./Jason Goldberg [00:00.744] 作曲 : Kentrell Gaulden/Gregory Sanders Jr./Maurice Polite Jr./Jason Goldberg [00:01.488] [Intro] [00:01.745] I got Hitman on the beat [00:04.241] Havokondabeat, bitch [00:11.509] Big steppin', no, no, no, no, I ain't worried [00:14.753] Yeah, man, they dyin' on the curb [00:17.260] Yeah, they die, but I ain't worried, look [00:20.758] [00:20.998] [Verse 1] [00:21.498] Look, niggas cliquin' up like hoes, huh [00:23.488] Pull up and I'm strapped down with a lot of poles [00:26.496] You better have your flag if that's the gang you chose (Let's go) [00:29.253] You better hit the gas and get your name unknown (Bitch) [00:31.749] [00:31.999] [Chorus] [00:32.493] Nigga, this is a TEC-9 (Pew, pew, fah, fah) [00:36.754] Pull up at the right time, let the window down (Rrah, rrah) [00:39.245] You wan' bang out, we gon' bang out, you won't **** with slime [00:42.002] I leave that paint out, X your name out, put your name online [00:44.760] I say that list that put them bodies straight up in the dirt [00:47.745] Young nigga live like kamikaze, might die to get you murked [00:50.750] Check out my pants, check out my shirt [00:52.249] What's tucked up in come with a burst [00:53.489] If they up in, we come and search [00:54.747] Next time we spin, you gon' get murked [00:55.504] [00:55.743] [Verse 2] [00:56.751] You scared to take your ass to church [00:57.748] And can't no pastor stop no headshot [00:59.498] Out the window with that red-dot, shooter sped off [01:02.496] Knocked out that bitch, head off [01:03.493] I'm the murder man (Pew, pew, baow, baow) [01:04.505] No time for playin', this Glock come with a burst [01:06.737] Bitch, try anything [01:08.248] Nigga, this that Squid Game [01:09.499] Bitch, I make 'em cop out [01:10.998] When he catch him, let that six hang [01:13.738] Bet he gon' get knocked off [01:14.010] We gon' bang out, we gon' bang out, ain't no standin' down [01:15.997] We let that stick off from the street while all your family 'round [01:18.996] If you want beef, my brothers creep [01:20.739] Fire from the Glock put you to sleep [01:22.010] I'm in the Bayou, in the seat [01:23.499] Big slimes petite, we wet your feet [01:24.753] We bend your curb, bitch, play with me [01:26.251] Bitch, they gon' bury you in a week [01:28.738] You know YB **** all them streams [01:29.248] I love to hear the chopper speak [01:30.498] [Chorus] [01:30.498] Nigga, this is a TEC-9 (Pew, pew, fah, fah) [01:33.996] Pull up at the right time, let the window down (Rrah, rrah) [01:36.241] You wan' bang out, we gon' bang out, you won't **** with slime [01:39.255] I leave that paint out, X your name out, put your name online [01:41.745] I say that list that put them bodies straight up in the dirt [01:44.991] Young nigga live like kamikaze, might die to get you murked [01:47.744] Check out my pants, check out my shirt [01:49.758] What's tucked up in come with a burst [01:50.740] If they up in, we come and search [01:51.992] Next time we spin, you gon' get murked [01:53.252] [01:53.494] [Verse 3] [01:54.752] In the hood I grew up, I was taught not to bluff [01:55.245] Strapped down in the truck, doped up, bitch [01:56.497] Time to shoot up the scene, Glock .17, no lemon squeeze and no switch [01:58.993] I'ma make you scream right off the bat, I up this Gat', so don't flinch [02:02.244] Can't get this monkey off my back, I'm poppin' pills with dopin' [02:04.748] Navigator with a TEC-9, **** a hater, bitch, it's my time [02:07.492] Been havin' thoughts on slangin' iron since my big brother Dave died [02:10.753] Certified stepper 'bout mine, come off the top with that iron [02:13.493] Up out my mother****in' mind, certain they gon' die by my fire [02:16.255] I beat the block 'til I die, no sense in grandpa keep tryin' [02:19.252] I got my flag, I'm throwin' signs behind enemy lines [02:22.012] Control the gas, the one who drivin', bang that red, he a slime [02:25.003] Got low eyes, but still don't try me [02:27.741] I'm strapped and ready right now, nigga, ah [02:28.242] [Chorus] [02:28.242] Nigga, this is a TEC-9 (Pew, pew, fah, fah) [02:30.997] Pull up at the right time, let the window down (Rrah, rrah) [02:33.498] You wan' bang out, we gon' bang out, you won't **** with slime [02:36.493] I leave that paint out, X your name out, put your name online [02:39.488] I say that list that put them bodies straight up in the dirt [02:41.996] Young nigga live like kamikaze, might die to get you murked [02:44.992] Check out my pants, check out my shirt [02:46.253] What's tucked up in come with a burst [02:47.744] If they up in, we come and search [02:49.248] Next time we spin, you gon' get murked, bitch [02:50.744] [02:51.239] [Outro] [02:51.993] I got Hitman on the beat [03:07.504] Havokondabeat, bitch
