[00:00.000] 作词 : Brian Imanuel/Ricky Triwahyudi Surya Tjong
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Rich Brian
[00:07.500]Your b!tch on me but you can never do nothing
[00:09.500]Cuz yo momma raised a b!tch
[00:10.500]Everytime i walk to the drop top, can't help but
[00:12.000]Close my eyes cuz my whip so glossy
[00:14.000]God damn nigga, I don't smoke no gas
[00:16.500]I don't pop no Xans hella cake
[00:19.000]I just need that ass don't worry bout no mans
[00:21.500]Look at me, look at he, you don't wanna fxck with we
[00:25.000]Hit the streets roll on me, you gon' end up in the sea
[00:29.000]7:30 wake up skrt up in the lobby then proceed to flee
[00:33.000]All my people riding in the back seat on a killing spree
[00:37.000]Wait, who that be? ready on the count of 3
[00:40.000]Squeeze that G, leave that scene
[00:42.000]Bouncin like the trampoline
[00:44.000]Getting bread earn income (man)
[00:46.000]Spend it on this Balmain
[00:48.000]Working all night i might run into the Bat(man)
[00:51.500]I don't see no such thing as a motherfxcking bro mane
[00:55.000]You ain't fxcking slick if you think you in my team mane
[00:59.000]We gon' pull up on the kids with a flat brim cap and the tats get the brick
[01:02.000]And I don't give a fxck hit em with the damn fxcks
[01:04.000]Man, hold up, pause, now they red like Santa Claus
[01:07.000]I'm a G bet there's something wrong with me
[01:09.500]All these mans on the ground, lookin like the dead ass sea
[01:13.500]Yeah, pull up on me, sip a high-t, till I OD
[01:16.000]I don't really give a fxck no more b
[01:17.500]Skrrt skrrt onamonapee, b!tch Grand Prix
[01:19.500]Pull up on a fxcking enemy, 3rd degree
[01:22.000]Now imma go right back to the crib (to the crib *****)
[01:25.500]And leave the fxcking country with the brick (loudpack)
[01:28.000]I'd call the cops on myself if I can, (if I can)
[01:31.500]This sh!t too crazy need the fxcking ambulance (ambulance)
[01:35.000]Don't wear no jackets, I just wear that metal vest (skrrt skrrt)
[01:39.000]Got all this money but these motherfxcking unimpressed (yea, yea, yea)
[01:43.000]Getting bread earn income (man)
[01:45.000]Spend it on this Balmain
[01:47.000]Working all night i might run into the Bat(man)
[01:50.500]I don't see no such thing as a motherfxcking bro mane
[01:54.500]You ain't fxcking slick if you think you in my team mane
[01:57.500]7:30 wake up skrt up in the lobby then proceed to flee
[02:02.000]All my people riding in the back seat on a killing spree
[02:05.500]Wait, who that be? ready on the count of 3
[02:08.500]Squeeze that G, leave that scene
[02:10.500]Bouncin like the trampoline
[02:12.000]Yeah

作词 : Brian Imanuel/Ricky Triwahyudi Surya Tjong
作曲 : Rich Brian
Your b!tch on me but you can never do nothing
Cuz yo momma raised a b!tch
Everytime i walk to the drop top, can't help but
Close my eyes cuz my whip so glossy
God damn nigga, I don't smoke no gas
I don't pop no Xans hella cake
I just need that ass don't worry bout no mans
Look at me, look at he, you don't wanna fxck with we
Hit the streets roll on me, you gon' end up in the sea
7:30 wake up skrt up in the lobby then proceed to flee
All my people riding in the back seat on a killing spree
Wait, who that be? ready on the count of 3
Squeeze that G, leave that scene
Bouncin like the trampoline
Getting bread earn income (man)
Spend it on this Balmain
Working all night i might run into the Bat(man)
I don't see no such thing as a motherfxcking bro mane
You ain't fxcking slick if you think you in my team mane
We gon' pull up on the kids with a flat brim cap and the tats get the brick
And I don't give a fxck hit em with the damn fxcks
Man, hold up, pause, now they red like Santa Claus
I'm a G bet there's something wrong with me
All these mans on the ground, lookin like the dead ass sea
Yeah, pull up on me, sip a high-t, till I OD
I don't really give a fxck no more b
Skrrt skrrt onamonapee, b!tch Grand Prix
Pull up on a fxcking enemy, 3rd degree
Now imma go right back to the crib (to the crib *****)
And leave the fxcking country with the brick (loudpack)
I'd call the cops on myself if I can, (if I can)
This sh!t too crazy need the fxcking ambulance (ambulance)
Don't wear no jackets, I just wear that metal vest (skrrt skrrt)
Got all this money but these motherfxcking unimpressed (yea, yea, yea)
Getting bread earn income (man)
Spend it on this Balmain
Working all night i might run into the Bat(man)
I don't see no such thing as a motherfxcking bro mane
You ain't fxcking slick if you think you in my team mane
7:30 wake up skrt up in the lobby then proceed to flee
All my people riding in the back seat on a killing spree
Wait, who that be? ready on the count of 3
Squeeze that G, leave that scene
Bouncin like the trampoline
Yeah