作词 : Adrian Baez/Janarious Wheller/Dennys Capellan 作曲 : Adrian Baez/Janarious Wheller/Dennys Capellan [Verse 1: Justin Rarri] ***** you left me with a broken heart I was breakin' down bad on my birthday I done seen all the fake in the worst way And my brother cross me in the worst way And it's easy to say, I was stupid all along How the **** you gon' break? A lil' nigga I had to be strong Don't want no question 'bout my life, I gotta big reason, I don't do a song with them niggas Them niggas don't hang with real killers And you know that I'm unforgiving And he taking that deuce right out his backpack, yeah Big ol' 30, gon' knock his face, I'm shootin' them black gats, yeah [Pre-Chorus: Justin Rarri] All them, niggas they cappin', they stretchin' the cap, they be strechin' the fitted, I call 'em Yo Gotti All in my DM talking 'bout a BM, the **** you gon' do? You ain't clap at nobody I got sky dweller, tell a ***** I'm the plug, I be swaggin' all over the Mazi' Inside the Burberry, find a 30 round clip, only shoot if I bust at your noggin' [Chorus: Justin Rarri] Whole gang behind me, if you get it ****ed up that's RIP They gon' have to get go some new white tees And shit feel safer around me I got respect in my city, lil' *****, go 'head, try to kill me I'ma hurt your whole family feelings (Yeah) I'ma let you know, you dying with me Because, ***** I be that baby devil Blood on my Balenciagas ***** we shootin' ain't no problem Bro want that, he know I got him Thirty deep up, in your place Fifty deep, if you want rake Young rich nigga, I feel like Mase I said, young rich nigga, I feel like Mase [Post-Chorus: Justin Rarri] I'ma **** on your treesh and then count on my cake Let 'em get you real quick, while I hop on a plane When they talking that shit, all up down on your name What the **** you wan' know me? You just know my name I'ma beat that lil' bih like a batting rink What the **** they be talking? They cappin' it Got a 30 extended, I'm dragging it All the lies that they told me, imagine 'em [Verse 2: Lil Poppa] I just rolled me a blunt, I ain't passin' it All of my jeans, I'm ashin' it And none of these Glocks average Put faith to my brother, he blasting it I done made it out, on some rapping shit Still in the hood, on some savage shit My new ***** only eat salad She somewhere watchin' her calories Probably somewhere ****in' in Cali I used to post up in the alley I ain't do all the talkin', don't @ me I pull up if you send me a addy When I hit it, she call me daddy Big dawg, don't do no braggin' All the drip, let's talk 'bout fashion Hard work let's talk 'bout passion Tote this heat like a dragon Plenty hoes, like a pagent This foreign automatic, I hop in then I dash in it Let's skrt, put her on a perc I heard her say she hurts Now that should work, you don't need a nurse Call me if it get worse Her ***** wet, I'm finna surf ***** I'm a hot boy, like I'm Turk Signed to the streets like I'm Durk Stop hatin', nigga get you a verse All this snitchin' probably get you hurt All the dissin' probably get you a shirt And if I said it then I meant, I'm not twistin' up my words I'm probably posted in the middle of the street, holdin' up birds Like **** the world, **** my old girl and ***** **** what you heard And come around with the rider now you just might get served Put my trust in niggas word and got everything I deserved [Pre-Chorus: Justin Rarri] All them, niggas they cappin', they stretchin' the cap, they be strechin' the fitted, I call 'em Yo Gotti All in my DM talking 'bout a BM, the **** you gon' do? You ain't clap at nobody I got sky dweller, tell a ***** I'm the plug, I be swaggin' all over the Mazi' Inside the Burberry, find a 30 round clip, only shoot if I bust at your noggin' [Chorus: Justin Rarri] Whole gang behind me, if you get it ****ed up that's RIP They gon' have to go some new white tees And she feel safer around me I got respect in my city, lil' *****, go 'head, try to kill me I'ma hurt your whole family feelings (Yeah) I'ma let you know, you dying with me Because, ***** I be that baby devil Blood on my Balenciagas ***** we shootin' ain't no problem Bro want that, he know I got him Thirty deep up, in your place Fifty deep, if you want rake Young rich nigga, I feel like Mase I said, young rich nigga, I feel like Mase
[00:00.000] 作词 : Adrian Baez/Janarious Wheller/Dennys Capellan [00:00.000] 作曲 : Adrian Baez/Janarious Wheller/Dennys Capellan [00:00.0][Verse 1: Justin Rarri] [00:24.1]***** you left me with a broken heart [00:26.61]I was breakin' down bad on my birthday [00:27.92]I done seen all the fake in the worst way [00:29.49]And my brother cross me in the worst way [00:30.97]And it's easy to say, I was stupid all along [00:33.41]How the **** you gon' break? A lil' nigga I had to be strong [00:36.99]Don't want no question 'bout my life, I gotta big reason, I don't do a song with them niggas [00:40.34]Them niggas don't hang with real killers [00:41.92]And you know that I'm unforgiving [00:43.51]And he taking that deuce right out his backpack, yeah [00:46.30]Big ol' 30, gon' knock his face, I'm shootin' them black gats, yeah [00:48.58][Pre-Chorus: Justin Rarri] [00:49.8]All them, niggas they cappin', they stretchin' the cap, they be strechin' the fitted, I call 'em Yo Gotti [00:52.47]All in my DM talking 'bout a BM, the **** you gon' do? You ain't clap at nobody [00:55.54]I got sky dweller, tell a ***** I'm the plug, I be swaggin' all over the Mazi' [00:58.70]Inside the Burberry, find a 30 round clip, only shoot if I bust at your noggin' [00:59.92][Chorus: Justin Rarri] [01:01.78]Whole gang behind me, if you get it ****ed up that's RIP [01:04.39]They gon' have to get go some new white tees [01:06.46]And shit feel safer around me [01:07.39]I got respect in my city, lil' *****, go 'head, try to kill me [01:10.67]I'ma hurt your whole family feelings (Yeah) [01:12.7]I'ma let you know, you dying with me [01:13.66]Because, ***** I be that baby devil [01:16.0]Blood on my Balenciagas [01:17.72]***** we shootin' ain't no problem [01:19.26]Bro want that, he know I got him [01:20.80]Thirty deep up, in your place [01:22.37]Fifty deep, if you want rake [01:23.89]Young rich nigga, I feel like Mase [01:25.51]I said, young rich nigga, I feel like Mase [01:26.50][Post-Chorus: Justin Rarri] [01:26.81]I'ma **** on your treesh and then count on my cake [01:28.38]Let 'em get you real quick, while I hop on a plane [01:29.84]When they talking that shit, all up down on your name [01:31.41]What the **** you wan' know me? You just know my name [01:33.16]I'ma beat that lil' bih like a batting rink [01:34.66]What the **** they be talking? They cappin' it [01:36.17]Got a 30 extended, I'm dragging it [01:37.57]All the lies that they told me, imagine 'em [01:38.47][Verse 2: Lil Poppa] [01:38.90]I just rolled me a blunt, I ain't passin' it [01:40.85]All of my jeans, I'm ashin' it [01:42.35]And none of these Glocks average [01:43.98]Put faith to my brother, he blasting it [01:45.49]I done made it out, on some rapping shit [01:46.93]Still in the hood, on some savage shit [01:48.61]My new ***** only eat salad [01:50.20]She somewhere watchin' her calories [01:51.21]Probably somewhere ****in' in Cali [01:53.29]I used to post up in the alley [01:54.45]I ain't do all the talkin', don't @ me [01:56.20]I pull up if you send me a addy [01:57.72]When I hit it, she call me daddy [01:59.19]Big dawg, don't do no braggin' [02:00.90]All the drip, let's talk 'bout fashion [02:02.13]Hard work let's talk 'bout passion [02:03.77]Tote this heat like a dragon [02:05.54]Plenty hoes, like a pagent [02:07.3]This foreign automatic, I hop in then I dash in it [02:08.55]Let's skrt, put her on a perc [02:11.54]I heard her say she hurts [02:12.88]Now that should work, you don't need a nurse [02:14.53]Call me if it get worse [02:15.60]Her ***** wet, I'm finna surf [02:17.17]***** I'm a hot boy, like I'm Turk [02:18.65]Signed to the streets like I'm Durk [02:20.29]Stop hatin', nigga get you a verse [02:21.89]All this snitchin' probably get you hurt [02:23.32]All the dissin' probably get you a shirt [02:25.7]And if I said it then I meant, I'm not twistin' up my words [02:28.14]I'm probably posted in the middle of the street, holdin' up birds [02:31.70]Like **** the world, **** my old girl and ***** **** what you heard [02:34.30]And come around with the rider now you just might get served [02:37.25]Put my trust in niggas word and got everything I deserved [02:40.22][Pre-Chorus: Justin Rarri] [02:40.52]All them, niggas they cappin', they stretchin' the cap, they be strechin' the fitted, I call 'em Yo Gotti [02:44.11]All in my DM talking 'bout a BM, the **** you gon' do? You ain't clap at nobody [02:47.4]I got sky dweller, tell a ***** I'm the plug, I be swaggin' all over the Mazi' [02:50.39]Inside the Burberry, find a 30 round clip, only shoot if I bust at your noggin' [02:52.1][Chorus: Justin Rarri] [02:53.14]Whole gang behind me, if you get it ****ed up that's RIP [02:55.97]They gon' have to go some new white tees [02:58.25]And she feel safer around me [02:58.95]I got respect in my city, lil' *****, go 'head, try to kill me [03:02.24]I'ma hurt your whole family feelings (Yeah) [03:03.90]I'ma let you know, you dying with me [03:05.31]Because, ***** I be that baby devil [03:07.47]Blood on my Balenciagas [03:09.16]***** we shootin' ain't no problem [03:10.78]Bro want that, he know I got him [03:12.25]Thirty deep up, in your place [03:13.80]Fifty deep, if you want rake [03:15.42]Young rich nigga, I feel like Mase [03:16.81]I said, young rich nigga, I feel like Mase
