[00:00.000] 作曲 : Aristos Petrou/Scott Arceneaux Jr./Andrew Adolph
[00:00.383] (You did good, $lick)
[00:15.597] Ay, ay
[00:16.394]
[00:17.354] Glock is tucked but the choppa ain't and I'm aiming for the horizon (Raa-raa-raa)
[00:20.523] Fully automatic scope this damage, I'ma [?] (Kill 'em all!)
[00:24.098]Snort the residue [?] mix the c*****e with some roxy
[00:27.474] Tears of blood, roll down my cheek
[00:29.124] 'Til I can feel my lips start whining (He, he, he, he)
[00:31.591] Now the hoes [?] of lightning (Ohh)
[00:33.364] Now all of the vultures surviving (Ohh)
[00:34.917] So pick up the bones on the highway (Ohh)
[00:36.632] Cover my face up in white paint (Ohh)
[00:38.520] I need to hide, but no passing by
[00:40.339] Police sirens give me a migrane (Ohh)
[00:42.057] ***** drinking all of the [?]
[00:43.689] Yeah, I guess you could call me a lightweight (Ohh)
[00:46.040]
[00:48.765] Hang in trucks with the Forgiatos
[00:50.307] I got fully-autos on the nightstand (Grah-grah-grah)
[00:52.043] Got a black car with the tippy .9
[00:53.691] Swiss Uzi, [?] the Taliban
[00:55.504] Thеse heavy hollows, turn to Sleepy Hollow
[00:57.084] No time for sorrow, I'm thе black lamb (Baa)
[00:59.078] From the badlands, outta Japan
[01:00.556] He would strike lightning with his back hand, laying damn
[01:03.213] I be that half-man demi-god
[01:04.718] That's why they call me Zeus
[01:06.466] Nah Olympus couldn't handle us
[01:07.550] So I'm down with Hades pouring bigger juice
[01:09.826] Got a hundred troops, we all take a sip (Woah)
[01:11.536] Try the coupe top, let the choppa spit
[01:12.910] When you ten toes, ain't no taking shit (Woah)
[01:14.619] So I'ma spin the globe 'til there's nothing left
[01:16.995]
[01:20.224] [?] choppa hanging like a [?]
[01:21.809] Red paint and the tank full
[01:23.499] Pull up tweaking off a lot of med
[01:25.238] Glock17 shooting pre-maturely (Yeah, yeah)
[01:27.219] I was pushing top in a hoodie
[01:28.825] I be who the boys wanted to be
[01:30.592] [?]
[01:32.358] 20 kicking doors up in [?] yeah
[01:34.707] Grey be the flag
[01:35.440] My diamonds they brag
[01:36.344] I hop in the big body [?]
[01:38.340] Cancel me please, I'd rather be [?]
[01:39.862]**** all this rapping, I'd rather go scam
[01:41.544] I'd rather get high, I'd rather go die
[01:43.265] I'd rather just run and not even try
[01:44.954] Revenge of my drac, pain in my eyes
[01:46.773] Nail to the cross, burn me alive (Wetto)

作曲 : Aristos Petrou/Scott Arceneaux Jr./Andrew Adolph
(You did good, $lick)
Ay, ay
Glock is tucked but the choppa ain't and I'm aiming for the horizon (Raa-raa-raa)
Fully automatic scope this damage, I'ma (Kill 'em all!)
Snort the residue mix the c*****e with some roxy
Tears of blood, roll down my cheek
'Til I can feel my lips start whining (He, he, he, he)
Now the hoes of lightning (Ohh)
Now all of the vultures surviving (Ohh)
So pick up the bones on the highway (Ohh)
Cover my face up in white paint (Ohh)
I need to hide, but no passing by
Police sirens give me a migrane (Ohh)
***** drinking all of the
Yeah, I guess you could call me a lightweight (Ohh)
Hang in trucks with the Forgiatos
I got fully-autos on the nightstand (Grah-grah-grah)
Got a black car with the tippy .9
Swiss Uzi, the Taliban
Thеse heavy hollows, turn to Sleepy Hollow
No time for sorrow, I'm thе black lamb (Baa)
From the badlands, outta Japan
He would strike lightning with his back hand, laying damn
I be that half-man demi-god
That's why they call me Zeus
Nah Olympus couldn't handle us
So I'm down with Hades pouring bigger juice
Got a hundred troops, we all take a sip (Woah)
Try the coupe top, let the choppa spit
When you ten toes, ain't no taking shit (Woah)
So I'ma spin the globe 'til there's nothing left
choppa hanging like a
Red paint and the tank full
Pull up tweaking off a lot of med
Glock17 shooting pre-maturely (Yeah, yeah)
I was pushing top in a hoodie
I be who the boys wanted to be

20 kicking doors up in yeah
Grey be the flag
My diamonds they brag
I hop in the big body
Cancel me please, I'd rather be
**** all this rapping, I'd rather go scam
I'd rather get high, I'd rather go die
I'd rather just run and not even try
Revenge of my drac, pain in my eyes
Nail to the cross, burn me alive (Wetto)