[00:00.000] 作词 : Marcellus Rayvon Register/Travis PIttman & Gerald Leroy Chauncey Page
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Marcellus Rayvon Register/Travis PIttman & Gerald Leroy Chauncey Page
[00:02.464]Yeah
[00:04.961]Baby, I can't Netflix and chill, I'm still in motion (Go)
[00:07.860]Think about the homies that I lost, I get emotional (Yeah)
[00:10.721]When you scream and kick, think a lion was in the motor
[00:13.416]Seen my uncle run through books daily with no diploma
[00:16.365]Pretty bitch, bend her over, petty, can't be around us
[00:19.164]I'ma buy the bar and pass out shots until they vomit (Uh)
[00:21.963]I been gettin' money, protect the energy like Wakanda
[00:24.766]Never landin' gang, I'm in the plane without a pilot
[00:27.559]365, every day count (365)
[00:30.059]CEO of Wavy Gang, live from the lake house
[00:32.890]Can't believe you put our bitch away, she tryna break out (Come on)
[00:35.731]Got her walkin' through the penthouse naked, nothin' but a tank top
[00:39.239]Yeah, get your rank up, nah, get your bank up
[00:42.085]You know when it come to the fam, I'll take a pay cut
[00:44.884]A5 Jap' wagyu, look how the steak cut
[00:47.628]Leanin' hard, bendin' corners geeked, the Forgis scraped up
[00:50.588]"Yeah, Face, you the one," yeah, I know, ain't gotta tell me shit
[00:53.681]I'll come get 'em, wrap 'em, take 'em, bro, don't mail me shit
[00:56.584]**** almost lost his ****in' life for tryna sell me hit
[00:59.389]Pussy **** caught me with his ho and tried to tell my bitch
[01:02.180]Luxury trappin', never seen a **** work a scale in Rick
[01:04.930]If I leave the game, will they love me? Damn, I feel like Mitch (If I leave the game)
[01:07.832]Rockstar, ****, paint her face, damn, I feel like Kiss
[01:10.684]**** a soda, caviar sippin', smell it when I piss
[01:14.534]Yeah, seekin' better days
[01:16.483]I was goin' through some shit, that's when the blessin' came
[01:19.283]I got some killers love me to death, don't even say my name
[01:22.030]The paint was forty, base two hundred, can't even get in my lane
[01:24.981]These **** claimin' that they players, don't even get in the game (Don't play)
[01:27.887]I take a few sips, pop me a Perky before I get on the stage
[01:30.732]These **** act like they be wild when all the pits in the cage (Oh, yeah)
[01:33.433]I go courtside with a cup and bad bitch when the Pistons playin' (Turnt)
[01:36.288]My old-head rent a van, no stash, brick in hand
[01:38.884]Hit the lights, know he ran, hit a corner, toss it back
[01:41.733]Runnin' out of money, nope, male me get lots of cash
[01:44.534]Zombie 'cause I'm feelin' masked, Chrome Heart, dump the bag
[01:47.333]Shake his hand, play cool with him, then rock his ass
[01:50.180]Got the same drop Tommy had, when they ask, I laugh
[01:52.934]Tesla got my **** geekin' bad in somebody grass (Yeah)
[01:55.833]Freaky mama told his lil' ass tomorrow to try again
[01:59.733]Yeah
[02:01.230]My biggest goal was go and buy a Benz, now it's me and twin (Benz)
[02:04.228]We were cruisin' in the ****in' winter, they don't understand (They wouldn't understand)
[02:07.134]Put a box on the newest Gen, hit you and your friend (Yeah, frr, go)
[02:12.586]My biggest sin was goin' to do some shit to try to feed my kid
[02:15.546]I repent, but I do not regret, I'd do that shit again
[02:18.347]Pillow talkin' 'cause you smashed the rat, we did that shit as kids
[02:21.245]We went up in dreads, hopped on PJ, did that shit at LIV
[02:24.047]I hop on the bike to catch the sales, CJ sendin' drills
[02:26.895]Five minutes 'til we hit the top, bae, pull down your pants (Top)
[02:29.745]2025 Maybach, he fresh out the feds
[02:32.549]I'm at Aston Martin, couldn't tote a head, I hop out a sled
[02:35.299]Nasty bitch think I'm gon' **** on her period, I keep runnin' reds
[02:38.202]I keep one up top, call him Top 'cause he hit nothin' but head
[02:41.002]Wavy ES7, now I'm BO42 in France
[02:43.847]Iced up like my **** Veeze
[02:45.295]Can't be ****in' with dusty fam
[02:46.648]Jumped the curb and scratched the Lam'
[02:48.046]I'm shiftin' to another 'Vette
[02:49.502]How much for them leather pants?
[02:50.896]Bitch, you know that's your advance
[02:52.252]How many **** got a mil' in cash?
[02:53.697]Let me see a show of hands
[02:55.103]I stayed patient, got a line, I'll give you a kit if you blow my mind
[02:57.901]Catch me at Rolling Loud, sprayin' codeine on the crowd
[03:00.749]Old soul forever live, Earl Swim, ponied down
[03:03.652]Maybach in the Coney line, it's just me and this pole of mine
[03:06.396]For my ****, hold it down, tell my bitch and police lies
[03:09.098]They out the kitchen, stove too hot, plottin' on me, I hope you not
[03:13.147]Yeah
[03:14.496]Know what the **** goin' on
[03:17.349]Mob
[03:19.252]Still sippin', never trippin', ****

作词 : Marcellus Rayvon Register/Travis PIttman & Gerald Leroy Chauncey Page
作曲 : Marcellus Rayvon Register/Travis PIttman & Gerald Leroy Chauncey Page
Yeah
Baby, I can't Netflix and chill, I'm still in motion (Go)
Think about the homies that I lost, I get emotional (Yeah)
When you scream and kick, think a lion was in the motor
Seen my uncle run through books daily with no diploma
Pretty bitch, bend her over, petty, can't be around us
I'ma buy the bar and pass out shots until they vomit (Uh)
I been gettin' money, protect the energy like Wakanda
Never landin' gang, I'm in the plane without a pilot
365, every day count (365)
CEO of Wavy Gang, live from the lake house
Can't believe you put our bitch away, she tryna break out (Come on)
Got her walkin' through the penthouse naked, nothin' but a tank top
Yeah, get your rank up, nah, get your bank up
You know when it come to the fam, I'll take a pay cut
A5 Jap' wagyu, look how the steak cut
Leanin' hard, bendin' corners geeked, the Forgis scraped up
"Yeah, Face, you the one," yeah, I know, ain't gotta tell me shit
I'll come get 'em, wrap 'em, take 'em, bro, don't mail me shit
**** almost lost his ****in' life for tryna sell me hit
Pussy **** caught me with his ho and tried to tell my bitch
Luxury trappin', never seen a **** work a scale in Rick
If I leave the game, will they love me? Damn, I feel like Mitch (If I leave the game)
Rockstar, ****, paint her face, damn, I feel like Kiss
**** a soda, caviar sippin', smell it when I piss
Yeah, seekin' better days
I was goin' through some shit, that's when the blessin' came
I got some killers love me to death, don't even say my name
The paint was forty, base two hundred, can't even get in my lane
These **** claimin' that they players, don't even get in the game (Don't play)
I take a few sips, pop me a Perky before I get on the stage
These **** act like they be wild when all the pits in the cage (Oh, yeah)
I go courtside with a cup and bad bitch when the Pistons playin' (Turnt)
My old-head rent a van, no stash, brick in hand
Hit the lights, know he ran, hit a corner, toss it back
Runnin' out of money, nope, male me get lots of cash
Zombie 'cause I'm feelin' masked, Chrome Heart, dump the bag
Shake his hand, play cool with him, then rock his ass
Got the same drop Tommy had, when they ask, I laugh
Tesla got my **** geekin' bad in somebody grass (Yeah)
Freaky mama told his lil' ass tomorrow to try again
Yeah
My biggest goal was go and buy a Benz, now it's me and twin (Benz)
We were cruisin' in the ****in' winter, they don't understand (They wouldn't understand)
Put a box on the newest Gen, hit you and your friend (Yeah, frr, go)
My biggest sin was goin' to do some shit to try to feed my kid
I repent, but I do not regret, I'd do that shit again
Pillow talkin' 'cause you smashed the rat, we did that shit as kids
We went up in dreads, hopped on PJ, did that shit at LIV
I hop on the bike to catch the sales, CJ sendin' drills
Five minutes 'til we hit the top, bae, pull down your pants (Top)
2025 Maybach, he fresh out the feds
I'm at Aston Martin, couldn't tote a head, I hop out a sled
Nasty bitch think I'm gon' **** on her period, I keep runnin' reds
I keep one up top, call him Top 'cause he hit nothin' but head
Wavy ES7, now I'm BO42 in France
Iced up like my **** Veeze
Can't be ****in' with dusty fam
Jumped the curb and scratched the Lam'
I'm shiftin' to another 'Vette
How much for them leather pants?
Bitch, you know that's your advance
How many **** got a mil' in cash?
Let me see a show of hands
I stayed patient, got a line, I'll give you a kit if you blow my mind
Catch me at Rolling Loud, sprayin' codeine on the crowd
Old soul forever live, Earl Swim, ponied down
Maybach in the Coney line, it's just me and this pole of mine
For my ****, hold it down, tell my bitch and police lies
They out the kitchen, stove too hot, plottin' on me, I hope you not
Yeah
Know what the **** goin' on
Mob
Still sippin', never trippin', ****