作词 : Jason Goldberg/Kentrell Gaulden/Leonardo Mateus/Malik Bynoe-Fisher 作曲 : Jason Goldberg/Kentrell Gaulden/Leonardo Mateus/Malik Bynoe-Fisher Ayy, yo, Bands, what you cookin'? It's Malik on the track Look [Verse 1] No new shoes 'til momma get her taxes Police harass me 'cause it's thug life, survival tactics From a shoebox to my mattress, from my mattress to the bank Been doin' this shit since I was seventeen, you think that I can't think? My gangsta, what the **** you think? 'Bout these cold killers and dope sniffers that run with me Seen that I don't **** with 'em, now they come for me They know he keep it tucked with him Now which one y'all wanna romp with me? Back against the wall, real through it all, now they wan' see me bleed [Chorus] Sun don't shine no more, the rain don't fall I'll be back on my feet soon as the time come 'round I stack that money up tall just in case bad days call I heard they comin' to see me, tell 'em, "It won't be easy," woah Lay down that window, then they spray 'round, nigga, walk, walk Bitch, lay your pussy ass on the floor, big 4KTrey and I want all the smoke Two hunnid for lil' bro a pole, and he told me he ain't need it We fell off 'cause I was loaded, she just flashed, and I was leanin' [Verse 2] Black Forces, my gun, you cannot see, I'm lookin' like I'm thievin' I feel it in the air like like Beanie Sigel, and, bitch, I'm rich like John Cena I keep it gangsta like Hot Beezy, I'm talkin' to Stunna, I'm finna leave her He got a chick with a bad daughter, I told him, "See if she want me" That's twenty mill' for me, and here goes thirty mill' for you, thug Bless the shooter and **** these hoes, these niggas wasn't raised like us Shoot the burner 'til you hear it click, never tried to make a shoe fit Baby momma ****in' them, they tried to kill me, nasty, dirty bitch, you know [Chorus] The rain don't fall Know I'll be back on my feet soon as the time come 'round I stack that money up tall just in case bad days call I heard they comin' to see me, tell 'em, "It won't be easy," woah Lay down that window, then they spray 'round, nigga, walk, walk Lay your flunky ass down, where that money at? Big 4KTrey and I want all the smoke Two hunnid for my bro, a pole Swervin' in that Rolls, 'member back up in the day it was a stolo [Post-Chorus] Turn that ass 'round lil' thottie-ottie mami Take your pants off and come get on me, on me Oh shakalaka, twerk it, drop it, mami She say she want a thug nigga, she told me that she love me [Verse 3] Bitch, I ain't got no budget, tag that nigga Cadillac on twenty-fours, this that Nawf swag, nigga And I'm back with your ho, I'm just singin' riddles I'm like la-la-la, tell your boyfriend I'll kill him Plenty hitters, nigga, and I pulled 'em up in transition At your car, shoot dirty Glocks, and I got all your transmission How you try to run, lil' daddy? Stupid, all your pants missin' ****in' doofus, we too ruthless, he just wanna smash niggas And she know that doe, that gang got dead bodies It's a true crime, po, shawty know I get it on Bangin' like this Saints Row, I made my bones inside the Nawf She tryna help me take it slow [Chorus] Sun don't shine no more, the rain don't fall I'll be back on my feet soon as the time come 'round I stack that money up tall just in case bad days call I heard they comin' to see me, tell 'em, "It won't be easy," woah Lay down that window, then they spray 'round, nigga, walk, walk Bitch, lay your pussy ass on the floor, big 4KTrey and I want all the smoke Two hunnid for lil' bro a pole, and he told me he ain't need it We fell off 'cause I was loaded, she just flashed, and I was leanin [Post-Chorus] Turn that ass 'round lil' thottie-ottie mami Take your pants off and come get on me, on me Oh shakalaka, twerk it, drop it, mami She say she want a thug nigga, she told me that she love me
作词 : Jason Goldberg/Kentrell Gaulden/Leonardo Mateus/Malik Bynoe-Fisher 作曲 : Jason Goldberg/Kentrell Gaulden/Leonardo Mateus/Malik Bynoe-Fisher Ayy, yo, Bands, what you cookin'? It's Malik on the track Look [Verse 1] No new shoes 'til momma get her taxes Police harass me 'cause it's thug life, survival tactics From a shoebox to my mattress, from my mattress to the bank Been doin' this shit since I was seventeen, you think that I can't think? My gangsta, what the **** you think? 'Bout these cold killers and dope sniffers that run with me Seen that I don't **** with 'em, now they come for me They know he keep it tucked with him Now which one y'all wanna romp with me? Back against the wall, real through it all, now they wan' see me bleed [Chorus] Sun don't shine no more, the rain don't fall I'll be back on my feet soon as the time come 'round I stack that money up tall just in case bad days call I heard they comin' to see me, tell 'em, "It won't be easy," woah Lay down that window, then they spray 'round, nigga, walk, walk Bitch, lay your pussy ass on the floor, big 4KTrey and I want all the smoke Two hunnid for lil' bro a pole, and he told me he ain't need it We fell off 'cause I was loaded, she just flashed, and I was leanin' [Verse 2] Black Forces, my gun, you cannot see, I'm lookin' like I'm thievin' I feel it in the air like like Beanie Sigel, and, bitch, I'm rich like John Cena I keep it gangsta like Hot Beezy, I'm talkin' to Stunna, I'm finna leave her He got a chick with a bad daughter, I told him, "See if she want me" That's twenty mill' for me, and here goes thirty mill' for you, thug Bless the shooter and **** these hoes, these niggas wasn't raised like us Shoot the burner 'til you hear it click, never tried to make a shoe fit Baby momma ****in' them, they tried to kill me, nasty, dirty bitch, you know [Chorus] The rain don't fall Know I'll be back on my feet soon as the time come 'round I stack that money up tall just in case bad days call I heard they comin' to see me, tell 'em, "It won't be easy," woah Lay down that window, then they spray 'round, nigga, walk, walk Lay your flunky ass down, where that money at? Big 4KTrey and I want all the smoke Two hunnid for my bro, a pole Swervin' in that Rolls, 'member back up in the day it was a stolo [Post-Chorus] Turn that ass 'round lil' thottie-ottie mami Take your pants off and come get on me, on me Oh shakalaka, twerk it, drop it, mami She say she want a thug nigga, she told me that she love me [Verse 3] Bitch, I ain't got no budget, tag that nigga Cadillac on twenty-fours, this that Nawf swag, nigga And I'm back with your ho, I'm just singin' riddles I'm like la-la-la, tell your boyfriend I'll kill him Plenty hitters, nigga, and I pulled 'em up in transition At your car, shoot dirty Glocks, and I got all your transmission How you try to run, lil' daddy? Stupid, all your pants missin' ****in' doofus, we too ruthless, he just wanna smash niggas And she know that doe, that gang got dead bodies It's a true crime, po, shawty know I get it on Bangin' like this Saints Row, I made my bones inside the Nawf She tryna help me take it slow [Chorus] Sun don't shine no more, the rain don't fall I'll be back on my feet soon as the time come 'round I stack that money up tall just in case bad days call I heard they comin' to see me, tell 'em, "It won't be easy," woah Lay down that window, then they spray 'round, nigga, walk, walk Bitch, lay your pussy ass on the floor, big 4KTrey and I want all the smoke Two hunnid for lil' bro a pole, and he told me he ain't need it We fell off 'cause I was loaded, she just flashed, and I was leanin [Post-Chorus] Turn that ass 'round lil' thottie-ottie mami Take your pants off and come get on me, on me Oh shakalaka, twerk it, drop it, mami She say she want a thug nigga, she told me that she love me
