[00:00.00] 作词 : Staples, Vince
[00:00.00] 作曲 : Staples, Vince
[00:00.00]Yeah, yeah, yeah
[00:01.33]
[00:01.69]Soon as I catch the **** tell 'em to fetch the hearse
[00:04.44]Shorty I’m pressin' lines lifting the Lauren shirt
[00:07.54]Tell her to bless the girth if she with it
[00:10.05]I’m in that kitchen, wrist water whippin'
[00:13.29](psych) Work *****, I don’t do that
[00:15.33]****** get bloop-blapped and blown away
[00:17.44]Wessons making Mexicans wetbacks like órale
[00:20.55]Okay, I’m on to something
[00:22.46]Momma should've told you it’d be days like this
[00:24.68]It’s just a tale from the crip
[00:26.35]I’m on my séance ****, I’m tryna' make a million dollars
[00:29.44]Keep it hood while crossing over on some A.I. ****
[00:32.44]I need a foreign baby momma to match a ***** model whip
[00:36.04]Ramona Park made me from scratch
[00:37.95]A lot of lotto picks lost inside this game called rap
[00:40.90]I be the underdog
[00:42.31]****** hit his forehead, it exit out his under arm
[00:45.19]Ain’t nobody bigger than my hood, my *****, **** a boss
[00:48.43]Baby momma killer, you offended and I **** her raw
[00:51.35]Stretchy doin' federal time for bustin' at the law
[00:54.54]And he gonna be a neighbor of mine, you play me for a pawn
[00:57.67]Shorty I be swimmin' with sharks, your posse full of prawns
[01:00.78]Pistols rip his body apart, now he afraid of dark alleyways
[01:03.84]****** better listen when the pastor say
[01:06.92]
[01:15.91]It's Golf on that—*****, it's Golf on that ball cap
[01:19.33]I guzzle the tall boy, Jehovah ain’t call back
[01:22.41]And ya’ll still debating over Earl music
[01:24.81]Troops got the group nationwide moving merch units crazy
[01:28.47]Peanut butter to paisley, walking down the street
[01:31.63]In the different color McGrady's, that first grader was me
[01:34.53]Now my fist full of spliffs and the old banker receipts
[01:37.67]*****es grip the stick and jerky like cold shanks of the beef, dry
[01:41.14]I’m taking purses like they chances in the evening
[01:43.94]Pick your pants up, boy, you dancing with a demon
[01:46.94]On my momma I been limiting my features, filling swishers up with reefer
[01:50.28]*****, it's difficult to beat him like a soft ****
[01:52.61]Golf clique deep and we don't hit the streets passive
[01:55.59]That ***** Sweaty got the gas and Shreddy k brought the matches
[01:58.90]Put your body down in water like a Lipton tea bag and then
[02:01.83]Switch to different ******* whip to let them piggies speed past 'em
[02:04.81]It's the rats, try and get the cheese What it do? Rap like I'm mincing meat
[02:08.94]Call me Lou, if I'm on the track, these ****** skip to me
[02:12.02]****** want to fade me, *****es feel some type of way for me
[02:14.94]50's in my pocket falling out like ******* baby teeth
[02:18.21]Vince be with the rocket, he gone pop it when it’s danger round
[02:21.27]Fingertips to tapers, now, salute us when you face us
[02:24.35]Give a **** about the moves all these loser ****** making now

作词 : Staples, Vince
作曲 : Staples, Vince
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Soon as I catch the **** tell 'em to fetch the hearse
Shorty I’m pressin' lines lifting the Lauren shirt
Tell her to bless the girth if she with it
I’m in that kitchen, wrist water whippin'
(psych) Work *****, I don’t do that
****** get bloop-blapped and blown away
Wessons making Mexicans wetbacks like órale
Okay, I’m on to something
Momma should've told you it’d be days like this
It’s just a tale from the crip
I’m on my séance ****, I’m tryna' make a million dollars
Keep it hood while crossing over on some A.I. ****
I need a foreign baby momma to match a ***** model whip
Ramona Park made me from scratch
A lot of lotto picks lost inside this game called rap
I be the underdog
****** hit his forehead, it exit out his under arm
Ain’t nobody bigger than my hood, my *****, **** a boss
Baby momma killer, you offended and I **** her raw
Stretchy doin' federal time for bustin' at the law
And he gonna be a neighbor of mine, you play me for a pawn
Shorty I be swimmin' with sharks, your posse full of prawns
Pistols rip his body apart, now he afraid of dark alleyways
****** better listen when the pastor say
It's Golf on that—*****, it's Golf on that ball cap
I guzzle the tall boy, Jehovah ain’t call back
And ya’ll still debating over Earl music
Troops got the group nationwide moving merch units crazy
Peanut butter to paisley, walking down the street
In the different color McGrady's, that first grader was me
Now my fist full of spliffs and the old banker receipts
*****es grip the stick and jerky like cold shanks of the beef, dry
I’m taking purses like they chances in the evening
Pick your pants up, boy, you dancing with a demon
On my momma I been limiting my features, filling swishers up with reefer
*****, it's difficult to beat him like a soft ****
Golf clique deep and we don't hit the streets passive
That ***** Sweaty got the gas and Shreddy k brought the matches
Put your body down in water like a Lipton tea bag and then
Switch to different ******* whip to let them piggies speed past 'em
It's the rats, try and get the cheese What it do? Rap like I'm mincing meat
Call me Lou, if I'm on the track, these ****** skip to me
****** want to fade me, *****es feel some type of way for me
50's in my pocket falling out like ******* baby teeth
Vince be with the rocket, he gone pop it when it’s danger round
Fingertips to tapers, now, salute us when you face us
Give a **** about the moves all these loser ****** making now