作词 : Carter, Dwayne 作曲 : Carter, Dwayne We won, we won And then we shot that BB gun
And they lost, and they lost Cause we took they s*it, now its time to floss
22 year old 17 war vet
Life in the fast-lane, little red corvette
Little red handkerchief, hangin out the right side Back pocket jeans fallin, Couple my evisu signed
Yep we do s*ine, and they gon hate But they hated Jesus baby we wont break
So we ride like 4 Pirellis So secured no security, no protectin no comparing Lok and heavy, Ocean 11
Aviators, both tickers, so figures No playas, Im Hollygrove to the heart Hollygrove from the start Dont cross Earhardt
Boulevard where the ward I come from 17, one shot, never that (blum blum)
Brrrt Brrrt! Pop Pop! Clap Clap! What the ****, Hollygrove stand up *****!
Get em get em Weezy hit em where you kill em easy Sit em in the river, leave em, they find em tomorrow evening, sinkin Im probly drinkin that syrup Thinkin I wont slip, even though Im leanin like a broke hip
He dont know I got the nina wit the full clip Thats a somersault back spin full flip for ya?
Push this button, I flip out and hit something Miss nothin i'm just bustin until this scene clean
12 hundred for the jeans stop playin Hundred dollars for the glock in my pants Who the man? I am when I stand with it pointed right at ya face Knock the brains from the back of ya neck for lack of respect I- strap a jet black gat til the deck Tell the mama to bury me with that, No Bulls*ittin
My hood getting kinda crazy where I be So Ronie's with me 'cause he's the OG
Fresh out the back seat of the figgity phantom The haters I make em mad em when I wave at em like what up?!
If it ain't about money I keep goin I tryna get that green, ****** tryna mow my lawn But ****, them boys I got the shottie on my arm If them boys run up I leave their bodies on the lawn And Duck the **** out a there, 'cause baby its hot out there If this was a movie its time to roll the credits, cut!
Its all over, all of ya brains is all over the ************ block! Im a ************ rock!
Hard body eagle street 17 shots Night vision double-clip, hot steady beam, glat! Pop!
Drop little man drop This is not for little b*****s you man or a fox Im layin in the drop, thinking of more money Cash money, young money Take money, your money
[00:00.000] 作词 : Carter, Dwayne [00:01.000] 作曲 : Carter, Dwayne [00:14.81]We won, we won [00:17.94]And then we shot that BB gun [00:20.94] [00:21.56]And they lost, and they lost [00:25.17]Cause we took they s*it, now its time to floss [00:28.05] [00:28.68]22 year old 17 war vet [00:31.77] [00:32.76]Life in the fast-lane, little red corvette [00:35.26] [00:36.13]Little red handkerchief, hangin out the right side [00:39.63]Back pocket jeans fallin, Couple my evisu signed [00:42.56] [00:43.37]Yep we do s*ine, and they gon hate [00:46.50]But they hated Jesus baby we wont break [00:48.62] [01:05.65]So we ride like 4 Pirellis [01:07.27]So secured no security, no protectin no comparing [01:09.83]Lok and heavy, Ocean 11 [01:13.07] [01:13.70]Aviators, both tickers, so figures [01:17.44]No playas, Im Hollygrove to the heart [01:21.12]Hollygrove from the start [01:23.00]Dont cross Earhardt [01:24.56] [01:25.24]Boulevard where the ward I come from [01:28.24]17, one shot, never that (blum blum) [01:31.48] [01:32.05]Brrrt Brrrt! Pop Pop! Clap Clap! [01:34.48]What the ****, Hollygrove stand up *****! [01:37.72] [01:52.79]Get em get em Weezy hit em where you kill em easy [01:56.03]Sit em in the river, leave em, they find em tomorrow evening, sinkin [02:00.02]Im probly drinkin that syrup [02:02.21]Thinkin I wont slip, even though Im leanin like a broke hip [02:06.33] [02:06.89]He dont know I got the nina wit the full clip [02:10.01]Thats a somersault back spin full flip for ya? [02:13.44] [02:14.06]Push this button, I flip out and hit something [02:17.25]Miss nothin i'm just bustin until this scene clean [02:20.30] [02:20.99]12 hundred for the jeans stop playin [02:23.61]Hundred dollars for the glock in my pants [02:26.04]Who the man? I am when I stand with it pointed right at ya face [02:30.66]Knock the brains from the back of ya neck for lack of respect [02:34.84]I- strap a jet black gat til the deck [02:37.28]Tell the mama to bury me with that, No Bulls*ittin [02:40.71] [02:41.58]My hood getting kinda crazy where I be [02:44.52]So Ronie's with me 'cause he's the OG [02:47.14] [03:16.81]Fresh out the back seat of the figgity phantom [03:18.75]The haters I make em mad em when I wave at em like what up?! [03:22.46] [03:23.96]If it ain't about money I keep goin [03:26.58]I tryna get that green, ****** tryna mow my lawn [03:29.51]But ****, them boys I got the shottie on my arm [03:33.82]If them boys run up I leave their bodies on the lawn [03:36.80]And Duck the **** out a there, 'cause baby its hot out there [03:40.55]If this was a movie its time to roll the credits, cut! [03:44.29] [03:45.23]Its all over, all of ya brains is all over the ************ block! [03:49.41]Im a ************ rock! [03:50.78] [03:51.53]Hard body eagle street 17 shots [03:53.90]Night vision double-clip, hot steady beam, glat! Pop! [03:58.64] [03:59.89]Drop little man drop [04:01.38]This is not for little b*****s you man or a fox [04:05.24]Im layin in the drop, thinking of more money [04:08.36]Cash money, young money [04:09.99]Take money, your money
