作词 : Elias Cash Reitzfeld/Arion Howard/Adrian Lau 作曲 : Elias Cash Reitzfeld/Arion Howard/Adrian Lau [Intro] Gah, gah Gah, gah, ah, gah A Lau on the beat Ayo, Eli, what the ****? Gang (Gang)
[Chorus] And they thought I was done with the shit **** it, I'ma start buggin' again Like and they know they can't **** with the kid Geekin', I feel like the heart of this shit (Ah) Like every day it get harder and shit I go harden and shit, baby, pardon the drip Like anywhere we gon' park out the whip KK get you, your mother and father a bitch
[Verse 1] Call me D Payne, double chop, two grips Two clips off a bean, I'ma fiend for the hit Crodies, they with me, they throwin' up Crip Bloodies, they with me, we yеllin', "Don't trip" Like red beam for thе fours in the V Green beam for the Gz, blue beam for the P And you niggas ain't really ****in' with me on the beat Dougie B, ain't nobody bigger than he Like no cap, do the dash, just ride for the cash Shorty throwin' it back, pass for an assist like Nash Ain't no reason to cap, everythin' I say facts Like 100K on my body, I'm tact' They keep dissin' the bros, swear to God, niggas sad Bitch, it's 300 DOA, **** if you feel a way, add a K, then you a pack
[Verse 2] Ah I got on, I put on for the team Gotta shit on them niggas who didn't believe KK, he with me, buggin' with the heat That's my brother, I'm clippin' cousins just for free (Ah) Call me D Wade, all I need is three I be boomin' to kill, fiend for the P He said me, be an imposter I ain't never wanna be a pop bum You a loser, niggas need to stop it With some lil' dirty niggas on the roster But **** that, let's get litty We get benty, wocky with the Casa' Watch her get sturdy, Zaza punchin', kickin' me like "Tada" Mention the bro, that's a ticket to bye, bye We turnin' up every time that a opp die Bullets gon' rip through his shirt, now it's tie dye He tried to run, watch him tripped, now he fly high Throw up the score, we gon' link, it's a high five (Ah) Mexican pain, we don't geek, we go cha cha (Cha)
[Chorus] And they thought I was done with the shit **** it, I'ma start buggin' again Like and they know they can't **** with the kid Geekin', I feel like the heart of this shit Like every day it get harder and shit I go harden and shit, baby, pardon the drip Like anywhere we gon' park out the whip KK get you, your mother and father a bitch
[Outro] Gah, gah, gah DOA DOA
作词 : Elias Cash Reitzfeld/Arion Howard/Adrian Lau 作曲 : Elias Cash Reitzfeld/Arion Howard/Adrian Lau [Intro] Gah, gah Gah, gah, ah, gah A Lau on the beat Ayo, Eli, what the ****? Gang (Gang)
[Chorus] And they thought I was done with the shit **** it, I'ma start buggin' again Like and they know they can't **** with the kid Geekin', I feel like the heart of this shit (Ah) Like every day it get harder and shit I go harden and shit, baby, pardon the drip Like anywhere we gon' park out the whip KK get you, your mother and father a bitch
[Verse 1] Call me D Payne, double chop, two grips Two clips off a bean, I'ma fiend for the hit Crodies, they with me, they throwin' up Crip Bloodies, they with me, we yеllin', "Don't trip" Like red beam for thе fours in the V Green beam for the Gz, blue beam for the P And you niggas ain't really ****in' with me on the beat Dougie B, ain't nobody bigger than he Like no cap, do the dash, just ride for the cash Shorty throwin' it back, pass for an assist like Nash Ain't no reason to cap, everythin' I say facts Like 100K on my body, I'm tact' They keep dissin' the bros, swear to God, niggas sad Bitch, it's 300 DOA, **** if you feel a way, add a K, then you a pack
[Verse 2] Ah I got on, I put on for the team Gotta shit on them niggas who didn't believe KK, he with me, buggin' with the heat That's my brother, I'm clippin' cousins just for free (Ah) Call me D Wade, all I need is three I be boomin' to kill, fiend for the P He said me, be an imposter I ain't never wanna be a pop bum You a loser, niggas need to stop it With some lil' dirty niggas on the roster But **** that, let's get litty We get benty, wocky with the Casa' Watch her get sturdy, Zaza punchin', kickin' me like "Tada" Mention the bro, that's a ticket to bye, bye We turnin' up every time that a opp die Bullets gon' rip through his shirt, now it's tie dye He tried to run, watch him tripped, now he fly high Throw up the score, we gon' link, it's a high five (Ah) Mexican pain, we don't geek, we go cha cha (Cha)
[Chorus] And they thought I was done with the shit **** it, I'ma start buggin' again Like and they know they can't **** with the kid Geekin', I feel like the heart of this shit Like every day it get harder and shit I go harden and shit, baby, pardon the drip Like anywhere we gon' park out the whip KK get you, your mother and father a bitch
