作词 : Kentrell Gaulden/Gregory Sanders Jr./Marcus Jermaine Gotch Jr./Jason Goldberg 作曲 : Kentrell Gaulden/Gregory Sanders Jr./Marcus Jermaine Gotch Jr./Jason Goldberg [Intro] (I got Hitman on the beat) There ain't no love for her I been M.I.A. though (Marcuss, you killin' the beat) Ayy, **** ya, **** ya too Murder gang
[Chorus] I ain't tryna say a thing, nigga, I can barely think I said I quit for seven days and then I'm back on drank I been tryna calm down, nigga, you should do the same Still ain't puttin' these guns down, all I know is leave a stain Hold on, I got a reason ‘bout why I came through bleedin' Bitch, this for my brothers up in jail, and they can't see me Real gang baby, dealin' with these demons, it ain't easy They say that I go crazy, pistols blazin', straps got built in beams in
[Verse 1] If I said it, bitch I mean it Gettin' dirty with my clean ass Double R, back then, it used to be a blue Jaug' Dirty bitches want cash, fall for it, my wrong ass Play games, I can't pass Only thing I want is you smashеd Dirty bitch, you ain't my hoe, don't call my phone witcho' dog ass You ****in' ‘round with the othеr side, don't be inside when that car crash 4.0 flat, with my hood on, got a twelve gauge like I'm Milat Nawfisde, man, I spin through that Pussy nigga won't make it back, XD and I'm full of mags Youngin' out the window like, "I told ya" (Bitch, I told ya) Tryna knock yo' mother****in'' head from off yo' shoulders You want beef? Okay, I been doin' this for too long, son, yeah I say "Murder, you know we gon' get you gone, son" (Stretch)
[Chorus] I ain't tryna say a thing, nigga, I can barely think I said I quit for seven days and then I'm back on drank I been tryna calm down, nigga, you should do the same Still ain't puttin' these guns down, all I know is leave a stain Hold on, I got a reason ‘bout why I came through bleedin' Bitch, this for my brothers up in jail, and they can't see me Real gang baby, dealin' with these demons, it ain't easy They say that I go crazy, pistols blazin', straps got built in beams in
[Verse 2] Ain't with me, I say that they all around for that reason Oh Lord, tell ‘em “**** ‘em”, now they say that they don't need me They can't get that money on they own, so they subpoena me Hold on, broke bitch, my top back, one opp black, red scenery I'm the one who pulled up luxury machinin' I'm the one who made them youngins go step on him **** that nigga, can't…
[Chorus] I ain't tryna say a thing, nigga, I can barely think I said I quit for seven days and then I'm back on drank I been tryna calm down, nigga, you should do the same Still ain't puttin' these guns down, all I know is leave a stain Hold on, I got a reason ‘bout why I came through bleedin' Bitch, this for my brothers up in jail, and they can't see me Real gang baby, dealin' with these demons, it ain't easy They say that I go crazy, pistols blazin', straps got built in beams in
作词 : Kentrell Gaulden/Gregory Sanders Jr./Marcus Jermaine Gotch Jr./Jason Goldberg 作曲 : Kentrell Gaulden/Gregory Sanders Jr./Marcus Jermaine Gotch Jr./Jason Goldberg [Intro] (I got Hitman on the beat) There ain't no love for her I been M.I.A. though (Marcuss, you killin' the beat) Ayy, **** ya, **** ya too Murder gang
[Chorus] I ain't tryna say a thing, nigga, I can barely think I said I quit for seven days and then I'm back on drank I been tryna calm down, nigga, you should do the same Still ain't puttin' these guns down, all I know is leave a stain Hold on, I got a reason ‘bout why I came through bleedin' Bitch, this for my brothers up in jail, and they can't see me Real gang baby, dealin' with these demons, it ain't easy They say that I go crazy, pistols blazin', straps got built in beams in
[Verse 1] If I said it, bitch I mean it Gettin' dirty with my clean ass Double R, back then, it used to be a blue Jaug' Dirty bitches want cash, fall for it, my wrong ass Play games, I can't pass Only thing I want is you smashеd Dirty bitch, you ain't my hoe, don't call my phone witcho' dog ass You ****in' ‘round with the othеr side, don't be inside when that car crash 4.0 flat, with my hood on, got a twelve gauge like I'm Milat Nawfisde, man, I spin through that Pussy nigga won't make it back, XD and I'm full of mags Youngin' out the window like, "I told ya" (Bitch, I told ya) Tryna knock yo' mother****in'' head from off yo' shoulders You want beef? Okay, I been doin' this for too long, son, yeah I say "Murder, you know we gon' get you gone, son" (Stretch)
[Chorus] I ain't tryna say a thing, nigga, I can barely think I said I quit for seven days and then I'm back on drank I been tryna calm down, nigga, you should do the same Still ain't puttin' these guns down, all I know is leave a stain Hold on, I got a reason ‘bout why I came through bleedin' Bitch, this for my brothers up in jail, and they can't see me Real gang baby, dealin' with these demons, it ain't easy They say that I go crazy, pistols blazin', straps got built in beams in
[Verse 2] Ain't with me, I say that they all around for that reason Oh Lord, tell ‘em “**** ‘em”, now they say that they don't need me They can't get that money on they own, so they subpoena me Hold on, broke bitch, my top back, one opp black, red scenery I'm the one who pulled up luxury machinin' I'm the one who made them youngins go step on him **** that nigga, can't…
[Chorus] I ain't tryna say a thing, nigga, I can barely think I said I quit for seven days and then I'm back on drank I been tryna calm down, nigga, you should do the same Still ain't puttin' these guns down, all I know is leave a stain Hold on, I got a reason ‘bout why I came through bleedin' Bitch, this for my brothers up in jail, and they can't see me Real gang baby, dealin' with these demons, it ain't easy They say that I go crazy, pistols blazin', straps got built in beams in
