[00:00.00] 作词 : Bryson Potts/Elisner Joseph
[00:00.00] 作曲 : Bryson Potts/Elisner Joseph
[00:00.00][Intro]
[00:06.24]Dun, dun
[00:08.32]NLE the Top Shotta got the bombs like Al-Qaeda
[00:10.54]Damn E, this shit exclusive
[00:10.99]Ayy, ayy
[00:11.46]
[00:12.17][Chorus]
[00:12.52]Never send a threat on the internet just to prove a point
[00:14.98]That dissin', don't get into that, we leavin' it to [?]
[00:17.24]Don't inform me about who informing, that's yo' final warning
[00:20.94]7.62's sting like a Bumblebee, he start transforming
[00:23.89]See yo' homies on the drill, but they ain't never make it back
[00:26.74]Shoot up the scat, we left it flat, he died on the impact
[00:29.71]My shooter he a gym rat, but never mention 'til we crash
[00:32.14]And put you on the news, and I bet his family viewed that
[00:33.83][Verse 1]
[00:35.91]Slide by myself before I call a nigga
[00:38.17]My fingernails dirty 'cause I'm still a gravedigger
[00:41.00]And we ain't cappin', don't ask if we never pulled a trigger
[00:43.79]And Goon steady putting [?] up in his Swisher
[00:47.09]Never been the one to say the day, I'm the one clutchin' on the Drac'
[00:50.20]Make sure he don't get away, a opp the only thing I chase
[00:53.28]In a full race the back of his neck hit the ground to the K
[00:56.11]Walk to him, C Grape stood over, put one in his face
[00:59.18]Murkin' what my soul say
[01:00.66]I'm slidin' with this stowaway
[01:02.06]My heater for a cold day, leave a nigga in disarray
[01:05.06]Better stay up in the house like the nigga from That's So Raven
[01:07.91]Catch that nigga walkin' out, we in the bushes, we been waiting
[01:09.56][Chorus]
[01:11.00]Never send a threat on the internet just to prove a point
[01:13.86]That dissin', don't get into that, we leavin' it to [?]
[01:16.75]Don't inform me about who informing, that's yo' final warning
[01:19.85]7.62's sting like a Bumblebee, he start transforming
[01:22.71]See yo' homies on the drill, but they ain't never make it back
[01:25.63]Shoot up the scat, we left it flat, he died on the impact
[01:28.58]My shooter he a gym rat, but never mention 'til we crash
[01:31.43]And put you on the news, and I bet his family viewed that
[01:32.61][Verse 2]
[01:34.58]Ayy, smilin' on my mugshot 'cause I know my bond money good
[01:37.25]I ain't missed a heartbeat, I'm out the next day it's understood
[01:40.36]To the Broward County Police, lick my n**s and suck my wood
[01:43.30]First day tray nigga you start mugging, wish a nigga would
[01:46.23]Doing don**s in the SRT, I crashed into a tree
[01:49.20]Rolls truck the next week, money ain't mean shit to me
[01:52.13]Ridin' with a full clip, but the gas tank on E
[01:55.07]Slidin' like a cruise ship, wet you up like a jet ski
[01:58.07]Livin' to a hundred and three, that's the OG Grape in me
[02:00.99]Auntie wanna pray for me, better pray for my enemies
[02:03.90]Life ain't gave me lemons so I start clutchin' the lemon squeeze
[02:06.86]Had a AR [?], and two Glocks, .223's
[02:08.33][Chorus]
[02:09.87]Never send a threat on the internet just to prove a point
[02:12.78]That dissin', don't get into that, we leavin' it to [?]
[02:15.66]Don't inform me about who informing, that's yo' final warning
[02:18.60]7.62's sting like a Bumblebee, he start transforming
[02:21.68]See yo' homies on the drill, but they ain't never make it back
[02:24.48]Shoot up the scat, we left it flat, he died on the impact
[02:27.44]My shooter he a gym rat, but never mention 'til we crash
[02:30.38]And put you on the news, and I bet his family viewed that

作词 : Bryson Potts/Elisner Joseph
作曲 : Bryson Potts/Elisner Joseph
Dun, dun
NLE the Top Shotta got the bombs like Al-Qaeda
Damn E, this shit exclusive
Ayy, ayy

Never send a threat on the internet just to prove a point
That dissin', don't get into that, we leavin' it to
Don't inform me about who informing, that's yo' final warning
7.62's sting like a Bumblebee, he start transforming
See yo' homies on the drill, but they ain't never make it back
Shoot up the scat, we left it flat, he died on the impact
My shooter he a gym rat, but never mention 'til we crash
And put you on the news, and I bet his family viewed that
Slide by myself before I call a nigga
My fingernails dirty 'cause I'm still a gravedigger
And we ain't cappin', don't ask if we never pulled a trigger
And Goon steady putting up in his Swisher
Never been the one to say the day, I'm the one clutchin' on the Drac'
Make sure he don't get away, a opp the only thing I chase
In a full race the back of his neck hit the ground to the K
Walk to him, C Grape stood over, put one in his face
Murkin' what my soul say
I'm slidin' with this stowaway
My heater for a cold day, leave a nigga in disarray
Better stay up in the house like the nigga from That's So Raven
Catch that nigga walkin' out, we in the bushes, we been waiting
Never send a threat on the internet just to prove a point
That dissin', don't get into that, we leavin' it to
Don't inform me about who informing, that's yo' final warning
7.62's sting like a Bumblebee, he start transforming
See yo' homies on the drill, but they ain't never make it back
Shoot up the scat, we left it flat, he died on the impact
My shooter he a gym rat, but never mention 'til we crash
And put you on the news, and I bet his family viewed that
Ayy, smilin' on my mugshot 'cause I know my bond money good
I ain't missed a heartbeat, I'm out the next day it's understood
To the Broward County Police, lick my n**s and suck my wood
First day tray nigga you start mugging, wish a nigga would
Doing don**s in the SRT, I crashed into a tree
Rolls truck the next week, money ain't mean shit to me
Ridin' with a full clip, but the gas tank on E
Slidin' like a cruise ship, wet you up like a jet ski
Livin' to a hundred and three, that's the OG Grape in me
Auntie wanna pray for me, better pray for my enemies
Life ain't gave me lemons so I start clutchin' the lemon squeeze
Had a AR , and two Glocks, .223's
Never send a threat on the internet just to prove a point
That dissin', don't get into that, we leavin' it to
Don't inform me about who informing, that's yo' final warning
7.62's sting like a Bumblebee, he start transforming
See yo' homies on the drill, but they ain't never make it back
Shoot up the scat, we left it flat, he died on the impact
My shooter he a gym rat, but never mention 'til we crash
And put you on the news, and I bet his family viewed that