[00:00.000] 作词 : Ahmanti Booker/Christopher Smith Jr.
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Ahmanti Booker/Christopher Smith Jr.
[00:03.784]Niggas be like, "Hey, what’s good, Smi', bruh? I seen your little SoundCloud pack or whatever. Got you some little plays and shit. Little comments and shit. You got you some little fans too. I guess you just doing your little thang, huh? I remember when you was a little nigga."
[00:25.529]I be like, "Bitch! Get off my—dick!"
[00:29.098][Chorus]
[00:29.815](Yeah) Keep my
[00:31.535]Hoes on they toes, all my booches do ballet
[00:33.462](Yeah, yeah)
[00:35.406]Dance with the devil, man life just a ballet
[00:38.278](Yeah, yeah)
[00:39.241]They recite all my shit, all my shows be a ballad
[00:42.144](Yeah, yeah)
[00:43.113]Gotta eat better I need that cheese on my salad, green
[00:46.127](Yeah, yeah)
[00:47.260](Are we done yet? Are we done yet? Are we done yet?)
[00:49.266]I been on my wait too long
[00:50.629](Are we done yet? Are we done yet? Are we done yet?)
[00:52.728]I been waiting way too long
[00:54.553](Are we done yet? Are we done yet? Are we done yet?)
[00:56.808]I don't wanna wait no more
[01:00.644]Yeah
[01:01.084][Verse 1]
[01:01.895]This my shit
[01:03.151]Every time I walk in, play my shit
[01:04.522]Dark Liquor, dark shades, dark ass skin
[01:06.446]Bright future so the booches wanna choose up quick
[01:08.271]Yeah she want me to poke her mind, she a little freak-a-chu
[01:10.172]Shockingly bad, little thang electrocute
[01:12.681](Oh, my God, Smi'—you like God, Smi'!)
[01:14.346]Nah, don't call me that
[01:15.308]I be where the zombies at, insomniac
[01:16.472]'Member sippin' lean in a clean white Pontiac, Bonneville
[01:18.926]That's before I lost the weight I had, no Jonah Hill
[01:20.897]Running up a lonely hill, feeling like I fell off
[01:22.856]Bosses take a L as a lesson, not a real loss
[01:24.798]About to spark a L in the elevator, getting real elevated
[01:27.315]Make my little bitch feel celebrated
[01:28.897]I be all frigid just, bool la rouge
[01:30.497]Got a boo right now she tryna Vo Lay Voo coo
[01:31.090]Say a say squa
[01:32.683][Chorus]
[01:33.302](Yeah) Keep my
[01:33.811]Hoes on they toes, all my booches do ballet
[01:36.345](Yeah, yeah)
[01:37.300]Dance with the devil, man life just a ballet
[01:40.183](Yeah, yeah)
[01:41.228]They recite all my shit, all my shows be a ballad
[01:44.373](Yeah, yeah)
[01:44.904]Gotta eat better I need that cheese on my salad, green
[01:47.911](Yeah, yeah)
[01:49.049](Are we done yet? Are we done yet? Are we done yet?)
[01:50.820]I been on my wait too long
[01:52.418](Are we done yet? Are we done yet? Are we done yet?)
[01:54.685]I been waiting way too long
[01:56.303](Are we there yet? Are we done yet? Are we done yet?)
[01:58.538]I don't wanna wait no more
[02:02.015](Yeah) Keep my
[02:04.507]Hoes on they toes, all my booches do ballet
[02:07.302](Yeah, yeah)
[02:08.398]Dance with the devil, man life just a ballet
[02:11.118](Yeah, yeah)
[02:12.071]They recite all my shit, all my shows be a ballad
[02:14.986](Yeah, yeah)
[02:15.953]Gotta eat better I need that cheese on my salad, green
[02:19.026](Yeah, yeah)
[02:19.981][Chorus 2: Bari]
[02:20.359]Hoe ain't no sleep, bitch we pull up pallets, uh
[02:23.794]Remember cuzzo used to trap out the Galant, naw
[02:27.696]Naw, I mean GaLLant
[02:29.299]Read and react like I'm Marcus Trufant
[02:31.236]I ain't gone stop till I cop off the lot
[02:32.948]Press buttons to start, yeah, I crash when I stop (Ooh)
[02:35.197]Nigga too cool in the Cuban links
[02:37.361]Bruh, you cool, nigga you with me
[02:39.349]Muh****a, you through if it's you or me
[02:41.345]Yeah I put that stone on her
[02:42.916]Hard Rock Cafe took her dome from her
[02:44.656]Red Cafe, this a shake down
[02:46.736]Got the bitch bussin', got that moan from her
[02:48.590]Yeah I had her assed up, face down
[02:50.486]This dick ain't free, got a loan from her
[02:51.905][Verse 3: Smino]
[02:52.156]I don't want her
[02:52.410]**** around, gave her ass the wrong number
[02:53.919]Nigga been hot all year like a long summer
[02:55.754]Bread winning ahead, getting ahead
[02:57.007]Give me the head, shawty be cool
[02:58.212]Before I take it back like my Force 1s see through
[03:00.078]Politicking with a little chicken saying we rude
[03:02.099]**** the White house, this the ice house, igloo
[03:03.892]I see no evil, I never switch up on my people
[03:06.032][Chorus]
[03:06.687](Are we done yet? Are we done yet? Are we done yet?)
[03:08.376]I been on my wait too long
[03:10.048](Are we done yet? Are we done yet? Are we done yet?)
[03:12.169]I been waiting way too long
[03:13.996](Are we done yet? Are we done yet? Are we done yet?)
[03:16.054]I don't wanna wait no more
[03:19.072](Yup Yup Yup Yup Yup Yup Yup Yup)
[03:37.089][Outro: Crazy Groupie]
[03:37.431]Girl: Oh, so you're really gon' keep sending me to voicemail like this? Like, for real? I don't understand, like, you [beep]ing with the wrong one. You keep [beep]ing with me, you wanna [bleep]ing lay with me, you wanna play with my head, you wanna do me dead [beep]ing wrong. But then you don't want to pick up the phone [call cuts] I'm dead-ass never ****ing with rappers again, like, all of this ****ing talk that you do—like, Smi, you're—honestly, your music is not that good [call cuts] honestly don't got ****ing time, you think I got time to just be [beep]ing calling you, every [beep]ing day? Getting sent to [beep]ing voicemail, like, that is [beep]ing [call cuts] but I'ma show you [beep]ing insane, dead-ass, for real. Bet it up. Call me back though

作词 : Ahmanti Booker/Christopher Smith Jr.
作曲 : Ahmanti Booker/Christopher Smith Jr.
Niggas be like, "Hey, what’s good, Smi', bruh? I seen your little SoundCloud pack or whatever. Got you some little plays and shit. Little comments and shit. You got you some little fans too. I guess you just doing your little thang, huh? I remember when you was a little nigga."
I be like, "Bitch! Get off my—dick!"
(Yeah) Keep my
Hoes on they toes, all my booches do ballet
(Yeah, yeah)
Dance with the devil, man life just a ballet
(Yeah, yeah)
They recite all my shit, all my shows be a ballad
(Yeah, yeah)
Gotta eat better I need that cheese on my salad, green
(Yeah, yeah)
(Are we done yet? Are we done yet? Are we done yet?)
I been on my wait too long
(Are we done yet? Are we done yet? Are we done yet?)
I been waiting way too long
(Are we done yet? Are we done yet? Are we done yet?)
I don't wanna wait no more
Yeah
This my shit
Every time I walk in, play my shit
Dark Liquor, dark shades, dark ass skin
Bright future so the booches wanna choose up quick
Yeah she want me to poke her mind, she a little freak-a-chu
Shockingly bad, little thang electrocute
(Oh, my God, Smi'—you like God, Smi'!)
Nah, don't call me that
I be where the zombies at, insomniac
'Member sippin' lean in a clean white Pontiac, Bonneville
That's before I lost the weight I had, no Jonah Hill
Running up a lonely hill, feeling like I fell off
Bosses take a L as a lesson, not a real loss
About to spark a L in the elevator, getting real elevated
Make my little bitch feel celebrated
I be all frigid just, bool la rouge
Got a boo right now she tryna Vo Lay Voo coo
Say a say squa
(Yeah) Keep my
Hoes on they toes, all my booches do ballet
(Yeah, yeah)
Dance with the devil, man life just a ballet
(Yeah, yeah)
They recite all my shit, all my shows be a ballad
(Yeah, yeah)
Gotta eat better I need that cheese on my salad, green
(Yeah, yeah)
(Are we done yet? Are we done yet? Are we done yet?)
I been on my wait too long
(Are we done yet? Are we done yet? Are we done yet?)
I been waiting way too long
(Are we there yet? Are we done yet? Are we done yet?)
I don't wanna wait no more
(Yeah) Keep my
Hoes on they toes, all my booches do ballet
(Yeah, yeah)
Dance with the devil, man life just a ballet
(Yeah, yeah)
They recite all my shit, all my shows be a ballad
(Yeah, yeah)
Gotta eat better I need that cheese on my salad, green
(Yeah, yeah)
Hoe ain't no sleep, bitch we pull up pallets, uh
Remember cuzzo used to trap out the Galant, naw
Naw, I mean GaLLant
Read and react like I'm Marcus Trufant
I ain't gone stop till I cop off the lot
Press buttons to start, yeah, I crash when I stop (Ooh)
Nigga too cool in the Cuban links
Bruh, you cool, nigga you with me
Muh****a, you through if it's you or me
Yeah I put that stone on her
Hard Rock Cafe took her dome from her
Red Cafe, this a shake down
Got the bitch bussin', got that moan from her
Yeah I had her assed up, face down
This dick ain't free, got a loan from her
I don't want her
**** around, gave her ass the wrong number
Nigga been hot all year like a long summer
Bread winning ahead, getting ahead
Give me the head, shawty be cool
Before I take it back like my Force 1s see through
Politicking with a little chicken saying we rude
**** the White house, this the ice house, igloo
I see no evil, I never switch up on my people
(Are we done yet? Are we done yet? Are we done yet?)
I been on my wait too long
(Are we done yet? Are we done yet? Are we done yet?)
I been waiting way too long
(Are we done yet? Are we done yet? Are we done yet?)
I don't wanna wait no more
(Yup Yup Yup Yup Yup Yup Yup Yup)
Girl: Oh, so you're really gon' keep sending me to voicemail like this? Like, for real? I don't understand, like, you ing with the wrong one. You keep ing with me, you wanna ing lay with me, you wanna play with my head, you wanna do me dead ing wrong. But then you don't want to pick up the phone I'm dead-ass never ****ing with rappers again, like, all of this ****ing talk that you do—like, Smi, you're—honestly, your music is not that good honestly don't got ****ing time, you think I got time to just be ing calling you, every ing day? Getting sent to ing voicemail, like, that is ing but I'ma show you ing insane, dead-ass, for real. Bet it up. Call me back though