[00:00.000] 作词 : Taurus Bartlett/Angelo Ferraro/Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Taurus Bartlett/Angelo Ferraro/Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.
[00:05.327][Intro: Polo G]
[00:12.328]Uh
[00:12.577][Chorus: Polo G]
[00:12.577]So used to them gray clouds, I might f**k around, drop the top in the rain
[00:15.828]For the squad, we don't play around, we'll lay him down, hit his top close range
[00:18.828]He just pretend, he not with the gang
[00:20.578]'Member back then, ask an opp what he bang
[00:22.079]Runnin' from the jakes, block hot like I'm Wayne
[00:23.827]Spend a quarter mil' on the watch and the chain
[00:25.578]I'm just tryna put a lock on the game
[00:27.328]Hot shit from this Glock when it flame
[00:32.078][Verse 1: Polo G]
[00:32.328]Young nigga up now, 'member back then niggas clowned on me
[00:35.578]Now from the Heaven gates only way a nigga lookin' down on me
[00:38.577]Keep at least two hundred thou' on mе, keep at least like thirty rounds on me
[00:41.578]With my niggas 'til thе wheels fall off, don't care if my ride on E
[00:45.327]Gucci slides, Versace robes, palm trees, exotic hoes
[00:48.578]Snitchin', he can't right his wrongs once he play that writin' role
[00:51.578]Slime shit, we wipe his nose, feds watchin', might strike a pose
[00:55.078]Do a hit, take flight, we gone, we just take the dice and roll
[00:58.831][Chorus: Polo G]
[00:59.077]So used to them gray clouds, I might f**k around, drop the top in the rain
[01:02.078]For the squad, we don't play around, we'll lay him down, hit his top close range
[01:05.328]He just pretend, he not with the gang
[01:07.078]'Member back then, ask an opp what he bang
[01:08.578]Runnin' from the jakes, block hot like I'm Wayne
[01:10.328]Spend a quarter mil' on the watch and the chain
[01:11.828]I'm just tryna put a lock on the game
[01:13.828]Hot shit from this Glock when it flame
[01:16.577][Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
[01:18.578]Soon as I touch down, them p***y feds be hot on me (Woo)
[01:21.827]Heard niggas got money all on my head, tell 'em come crown the king (Huh)
[01:25.328]Let the work thaw out for fourteen days, that's quarantine (Yeah)
[01:28.580]I'll pour my heart out before my lean, baby, no R&B (Yeah)
[01:31.827]Six-six-deuce, MOB Piru, big SooWoo, slime my group
[01:35.078]Slatt, slatt, slatt, a-achoo, wipe his nose, God bless you
[01:38.577]Blatt-blatt-blatt, I'm not through
[01:40.328]Bratt-tat-tat, duck, duck, goose
[01:42.078]Two big guns on me for the smoke
[01:43.578]That's Uncle Snoop and Martha Stew'
[01:45.328]Call me Capalotty (Woo), Big Slimalini (Yeah), Lil' Slime Gotti (Uh)
[01:47.828]That ain't the 'Ghini, lil' b***h, that's the 'Gatti (Skrrt)
[01:49.577]Promethazine me or pinot noir me
[01:51.079]I hide fettuccine from the federales
[01:52.828]I'm like Rick Pitino or John Calipari
[01:54.327]I'm leadin' my team, yeah, right to the finals
[01:56.078]That money talking and we talkin' private
[01:57.828]I'm not correspondin', hold on
[01:59.078]Gucci slides and Versace robes (Ooh)
[02:00.578]I'll slide a nigga, I'll slide a ho (Ooh)
[02:02.078]I banged on anybody gang
[02:03.828]And I ball with all my slime-inos
[02:05.327]On gang gang, on Hollygrove
[02:07.078]No plain jane, I smoke Zario
[02:08.827]And when the rain came I put the top down
[02:10.327]Under the dark clouds, I'm shining gold
[02:11.828][Chorus: Lil Wayne]
[02:12.078]Used to the gray clouds, I might f**k around and drop the top in the rain (Yeah, yeah)
[02:15.077]For the squad, we don't play around, we'll lay him down, hit his top close range (Top close range)
[02:18.078]He just pretend, he not with the gang
[02:19.828]'Member back then, ask an opp what he bang
[02:21.328]Runnin' from the jakes, block hot like I'm Wayne
[02:23.077]Spend a whole mil' on the watch and the chain
[02:24.577]I'm just tryna put a lock on the game
[02:26.827]Hot shit from this Glock when it flame, yeah
[02:32.328][Outro: Lil Wayne]
[02:33.578]Polo G, Tunechi Lee, yeah, yeah
[02:38.328]Call me Capalotty

作词 : Taurus Bartlett/Angelo Ferraro/Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.
作曲 : Taurus Bartlett/Angelo Ferraro/Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.
Uh
So used to them gray clouds, I might f**k around, drop the top in the rain
For the squad, we don't play around, we'll lay him down, hit his top close range
He just pretend, he not with the gang
'Member back then, ask an opp what he bang
Runnin' from the jakes, block hot like I'm Wayne
Spend a quarter mil' on the watch and the chain
I'm just tryna put a lock on the game
Hot shit from this Glock when it flame
Young nigga up now, 'member back then niggas clowned on me
Now from the Heaven gates only way a nigga lookin' down on me
Keep at least two hundred thou' on mе, keep at least like thirty rounds on me
With my niggas 'til thе wheels fall off, don't care if my ride on E
Gucci slides, Versace robes, palm trees, exotic hoes
Snitchin', he can't right his wrongs once he play that writin' role
Slime shit, we wipe his nose, feds watchin', might strike a pose
Do a hit, take flight, we gone, we just take the dice and roll
So used to them gray clouds, I might f**k around, drop the top in the rain
For the squad, we don't play around, we'll lay him down, hit his top close range
He just pretend, he not with the gang
'Member back then, ask an opp what he bang
Runnin' from the jakes, block hot like I'm Wayne
Spend a quarter mil' on the watch and the chain
I'm just tryna put a lock on the game
Hot shit from this Glock when it flame
Soon as I touch down, them p***y feds be hot on me (Woo)
Heard niggas got money all on my head, tell 'em come crown the king (Huh)
Let the work thaw out for fourteen days, that's quarantine (Yeah)
I'll pour my heart out before my lean, baby, no R&B (Yeah)
Six-six-deuce, MOB Piru, big SooWoo, slime my group
Slatt, slatt, slatt, a-achoo, wipe his nose, God bless you
Blatt-blatt-blatt, I'm not through
Bratt-tat-tat, duck, duck, goose
Two big guns on me for the smoke
That's Uncle Snoop and Martha Stew'
Call me Capalotty (Woo), Big Slimalini (Yeah), Lil' Slime Gotti (Uh)
That ain't the 'Ghini, lil' b***h, that's the 'Gatti (Skrrt)
Promethazine me or pinot noir me
I hide fettuccine from the federales
I'm like Rick Pitino or John Calipari
I'm leadin' my team, yeah, right to the finals
That money talking and we talkin' private
I'm not correspondin', hold on
Gucci slides and Versace robes (Ooh)
I'll slide a nigga, I'll slide a ho (Ooh)
I banged on anybody gang
And I ball with all my slime-inos
On gang gang, on Hollygrove
No plain jane, I smoke Zario
And when the rain came I put the top down
Under the dark clouds, I'm shining gold
Used to the gray clouds, I might f**k around and drop the top in the rain (Yeah, yeah)
For the squad, we don't play around, we'll lay him down, hit his top close range (Top close range)
He just pretend, he not with the gang
'Member back then, ask an opp what he bang
Runnin' from the jakes, block hot like I'm Wayne
Spend a whole mil' on the watch and the chain
I'm just tryna put a lock on the game
Hot shit from this Glock when it flame, yeah
Polo G, Tunechi Lee, yeah, yeah
Call me Capalotty