作词 : Bryson Potts/Donald Bailey Jr. 作曲 : Bryson Potts/Donald Bailey Jr. I wish everything I touch would turn to gold NLE, you heard me Baby Mexico Choppa man, top shotta Baby Mexico shotta We finna talk our shit Why not? Yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I am a menace, keep me a rack just like tennis I'm with the shit like I'm Dennis I started this shit I'ma finish ****** be hatin', tryna blemish my image Who want the smoke? .223 came with the scope Extended clip long as a rope We wipe his nose, just like he had him a cold I knew that boy was a ho Pull up with the gang, you know that we bangin' What is your set, *****? What is you claimin'? I am a beast, you cannot tame it Don't point the finger, this shit can get dangerous These ****ers hatin', these ****ers plottin' Ooh, he got money I'm runnin' his wallet You say you a killer, lil' bitch stop it In a shoot out your gun was droppin' You really a fraud You cannot stomp on his yard My niggas they scammin', they swipin' them cards I am so high that I'm talking' to stars I'm gone off them jiggas, I'm poppin' them bars Don't mind my pimpin', bitch, don't sweat me Choppa got a kick, call that shit Jet Li Sauce gang drip though, what is your recipe? Don't get a F if a nigga try to testin' me Whole lotta money, whole lotta guala Hit the party fifty deep, nun' but my shotta Niggas tried me so you know I had to pop him So many bullets it confused the doctor Whole lotta racks, whole lotta stacks **** a headshot, I'ma shoot him in the back 3.5 rolled up in the cack We don't smoke reggie, this shit called gas I'm sticked up, like a blind man I'm super hot, like a frying pan He said that he gon' take some from me Ayy, just know, he lyin' man I'ma up from my hip then blow like a whistle Your bitch suckin' dick like a Kool-Aid pickle Two bullets in your chest, that's a nipple And if a nigga run up I'ma pop him like a pimple Get rich or die tryin', I'm feelin' like 50 Brand new choppa got double d titties Niggas don't play me I don't get silly Love all the beef like a southwest Philly, yeah Yeah, love all the beef like a southwest deli, yeah Ayy, bitch, love all the beef like a southwest deli I might just OD, percs killin' me slowly Feelin' like I'm Kobe, can't ner' nigga hol' me If you wanna run up on me, shoot 'em like Ginobili And I'm with the shit lil' homie, yeah, like I'm Toby, yeah And I'm with the shit lil' homie, yeah, like I'm Toby, yeah Nigga! (Like I'm Toby, yeah)Finna ad-lib, Keep all that (Like a school shooter, like I'm Toby, yeah)Yeah, yeah, yeah Keep all that Tay, yeah (Huh, huh) (This shit straight drop, lil' nigga, no cut) Ayy Tay, keep all that (Straight drop, lil' ****er, no cut)Keep all that, yeah, yeah (Up from my hip, yeah)
[00:00.00] 作词 : Bryson Potts/Donald Bailey Jr. [00:00.05] 作曲 : Bryson Potts/Donald Bailey Jr. [00:00.11]I wish everything I touch would turn to gold [00:02.23]NLE, you heard me [00:04.87]Baby Mexico Choppa man, top shotta [00:07.18]Baby Mexico shotta [00:09.31]We finna talk our shit [00:11.94]Why not? Yeah [00:14.32]Yeah, yeah [00:16.10]Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah [00:19.46]I am a menace, keep me a rack just like tennis [00:21.99]I'm with the shit like I'm Dennis [00:23.48]I started this shit I'ma finish [00:24.87]****** be hatin', tryna blemish my image [00:27.39]Who want the smoke? .223 came with the scope [00:29.77]Extended clip long as a rope [00:31.26]We wipe his nose, just like he had him a cold [00:33.85]I knew that boy was a ho [00:35.18]Pull up with the gang, you know that we bangin' [00:37.28]What is your set, *****? What is you claimin'? [00:39.28]I am a beast, you cannot tame it [00:41.28]Don't point the finger, this shit can get dangerous [00:43.38]These ****ers hatin', these ****ers plottin' [00:45.34]Ooh, he got money I'm runnin' his wallet [00:47.32]You say you a killer, lil' bitch stop it [00:49.27]In a shoot out your gun was droppin' [00:51.29]You really a fraud [00:52.476]You cannot stomp on his yard [00:54.032]My niggas they scammin', they swipin' them cards [00:55.988]I am so high that I'm talking' to stars [00:58.057]I'm gone off them jiggas, I'm poppin' them bars [01:00.098]Don't mind my pimpin', bitch, don't sweat me [01:02.130]Choppa got a kick, call that shit Jet Li [01:04.109]Sauce gang drip though, what is your recipe? [01:06.032]Don't get a F if a nigga try to testin' me [01:08.098]Whole lotta money, whole lotta guala [01:09.990]Hit the party fifty deep, nun' but my shotta [01:12.042]Niggas tried me so you know I had to pop him [01:14.040]So many bullets it confused the doctor [01:16.113]Whole lotta racks, whole lotta stacks [01:17.988]**** a headshot, I'ma shoot him in the back [01:20.058]3.5 rolled up in the cack [01:21.965]We don't smoke reggie, this shit called gas [01:24.007]I'm sticked up, like a blind man [01:25.912]I'm super hot, like a frying pan [01:27.892]He said that he gon' take some from me [01:29.831]Ayy, just know, he lyin' man [01:31.915]I'ma up from my hip then blow like a whistle [01:34.063]Your bitch suckin' dick like a Kool-Aid pickle [01:36.062]Two bullets in your chest, that's a nipple [01:38.029]And if a nigga run up I'ma pop him like a pimple [01:40.005]Get rich or die tryin', I'm feelin' like 50 [01:42.023]Brand new choppa got double d titties [01:43.995]Niggas don't play me I don't get silly [01:46.008]Love all the beef like a southwest Philly, yeah [01:48.061]Yeah, love all the beef like a southwest deli, yeah [01:53.491]Ayy, bitch, love all the beef like a southwest deli [01:56.004]I might just OD, percs killin' me slowly [02:00.010]Feelin' like I'm Kobe, can't ner' nigga hol' me [02:03.999]If you wanna run up on me, shoot 'em like Ginobili [02:07.993]And I'm with the shit lil' homie, yeah, like I'm Toby, yeah [02:12.108]And I'm with the shit lil' homie, yeah, like I'm Toby, yeah [02:16.507]Nigga! [02:17.632](Like I'm Toby, yeah)Finna ad-lib, Keep all that [02:21.110](Like a school shooter, like I'm Toby, yeah)Yeah, yeah, yeah [02:25.253]Keep all that Tay, yeah (Huh, huh) [02:27.725](This shit straight drop, lil' nigga, no cut) [02:29.618]Ayy Tay, keep all that [02:31.679](Straight drop, lil' ****er, no cut)Keep all that, yeah, yeah [02:32.788](Up from my hip, yeah)
