[00:00.00] 作词 : Dion Hayes/Spencer Harris/Dyllan McKinney
[00:00.00] 作曲 : Dion Hayes/Spencer Harris/Dyllan McKinney
[00:00.0][Intro]
[00:01.10]Me and Drez, nigga, me and Rece, nigga (Dmac on the ****in' track)
[00:04.31]Free all the muh****in' boys, nigga
[00:04.73]Big fours (Tell a young nigga I need it, always been that way, nigga)
[00:06.53](Tuned up) **** with me, you sayin' somethin'?
[00:09.14][Chorus]
[00:09.58]Me and my youngin', all we like to do is get money (What else?)
[00:11.89]**** hoes, kill niggas, spray shit
[00:14.61]Sixty-four shots between us, can't miss
[00:17.30]Bruh, I killed him, oh, he ain't dead? ****
[00:19.64]R-I-P to, tuh, he ain't had the same luck
[00:22.33]Wire got one too, this is not the same truck
[00:24.82]Get your ho hit speakin' down on a G
[00:27.29]TJ on her ass in a SRT
[00:29.65]Me and Tay, we just poured up another eight
[00:32.15]Bruh, I hate when rat hoes start actin' fake
[00:34.66]Forever my brother keeper, me and Drez
[00:37.6]We done really blew shit down on my kids
[00:38.80][Verse]
[00:39.43]Doggy gotta chill, might as well step in
[00:42.8]Every time we touch a bitch, two FNs
[00:44.70]Just call us the best friends, youngins really put in work
[00:46.80]Then subtract five, all the niggas we done murdered
[00:49.59]All these bitches gettin' ****ed, I'm the never-fall-in-love-type
[00:52.27]Cuz right, cookin' up, usin' two pots, nigga, thug life
[00:54.67]I was just drinkin' cool shots, bitch, I love life, brrat
[00:57.80]How much you gon' charge me for that n-n-n-n-neck?
[01:02.7]All I know is disrespect, niggas ain't been in the field
[01:04.67]You gotta whack, them niggas ain't doin' no drills
[01:07.14]I never call you to duty, they'll never call you a shooter
[01:11.7]How the **** we all gettin' to it? How the **** my dawg in a movie?
[01:14.96]Fully automatic .45s, this not a Uzi
[01:17.21]Still gon' blow it, nigga, I don't give a ****
[01:19.76]Half of the city's toe tags go to us
[01:22.61]I ain't ever no showed no sign of a ****
[01:25.16]Nigga, tell me y'all want it, bitch, we can get it
[01:27.77]Still on the corner, mix the fentanyl with Rizzy (You with who?)
[01:30.21][Chorus]
[01:30.63]Me and my youngin', all we like to do is get money (What else?)
[01:33.45]**** hoes, kill niggas, spray shit
[01:35.89]Sixty-four shots between us, can't miss
[01:38.39]Bruh, I killed him, oh, he ain't dead? ****
[01:41.9]R-I-P to, tuh, he ain't had the same luck
[01:43.40]Wire got one too, this is not the same truck
[01:46.14]Get your ho hit speakin' down on a G
[01:48.62]TJ on her ass in a SRT
[01:51.23]Me and Tay, we just poured up another eight
[01:53.74]Bruh, I hate when rat hoes start actin' fake
[01:55.97]Forever my brother keeper, me and Drez
[01:58.59]We done really blew shit down on my kids

作词 : Dion Hayes/Spencer Harris/Dyllan McKinney
作曲 : Dion Hayes/Spencer Harris/Dyllan McKinney
Me and Drez, nigga, me and Rece, nigga (Dmac on the ****in' track)
Free all the muh****in' boys, nigga
Big fours (Tell a young nigga I need it, always been that way, nigga)
(Tuned up) **** with me, you sayin' somethin'?
Me and my youngin', all we like to do is get money (What else?)
**** hoes, kill niggas, spray shit
Sixty-four shots between us, can't miss
Bruh, I killed him, oh, he ain't dead? ****
R-I-P to, tuh, he ain't had the same luck
Wire got one too, this is not the same truck
Get your ho hit speakin' down on a G
TJ on her ass in a SRT
Me and Tay, we just poured up another eight
Bruh, I hate when rat hoes start actin' fake
Forever my brother keeper, me and Drez
We done really blew shit down on my kids
Doggy gotta chill, might as well step in
Every time we touch a bitch, two FNs
Just call us the best friends, youngins really put in work
Then subtract five, all the niggas we done murdered
All these bitches gettin' ****ed, I'm the never-fall-in-love-type
Cuz right, cookin' up, usin' two pots, nigga, thug life
I was just drinkin' cool shots, bitch, I love life, brrat
How much you gon' charge me for that n-n-n-n-neck?
All I know is disrespect, niggas ain't been in the field
You gotta whack, them niggas ain't doin' no drills
I never call you to duty, they'll never call you a shooter
How the **** we all gettin' to it? How the **** my dawg in a movie?
Fully automatic .45s, this not a Uzi
Still gon' blow it, nigga, I don't give a ****
Half of the city's toe tags go to us
I ain't ever no showed no sign of a ****
Nigga, tell me y'all want it, bitch, we can get it
Still on the corner, mix the fentanyl with Rizzy (You with who?)
Me and my youngin', all we like to do is get money (What else?)
**** hoes, kill niggas, spray shit
Sixty-four shots between us, can't miss
Bruh, I killed him, oh, he ain't dead? ****
R-I-P to, tuh, he ain't had the same luck
Wire got one too, this is not the same truck
Get your ho hit speakin' down on a G
TJ on her ass in a SRT
Me and Tay, we just poured up another eight
Bruh, I hate when rat hoes start actin' fake
Forever my brother keeper, me and Drez
We done really blew shit down on my kids