[00:00.00] 作词 : Justice Clarence Martin
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Jonathan Dolese/Justice Clarence Martin/Travis Chase Thomas/Robert Carl Barrio/Nicholas James Trahan/Mathew Travis Cortopasi
[00:11.82]Riding in that rusted chevy box, they call me big dog
[00:14.55]Clutching on that choppa, pouring Henny like its eggnog
[00:17.34]Half the class I went to school with duckin' off that Fentanyl
[00:20.07]Take a ride on my block, bitch we lurkin
[00:21.90]Keep your door locked
[00:22.83]Speedin' in that track you hear my motor then that -
[00:25.68]Knock them tattoos all up off your body
[00:27.54]Now bitch act tough
[00:28.50]She don't like it when I'm off them percs
[00:30.24]I guess I **** rough
[00:31.26]Milly got these models doing flips inside the big house
[00:40.62]Wait for that choppa sound
[00:43.35]Now what you talkin bout?
[00:44.67]Now what you talking bout?
[00:49.98]Run from that choppa sound
[00:55.59]Now what you talking bout?
[01:06.57]Run from that choppa
[01:06.99]I don't never lack, we TTG
[01:08.52]Gotta keep that pole close
[01:09.72]Throw you in that bayou if them reapers come, and wipe your nose
[01:12.54]Bloody nose shawty wanna step into my world sho'
[01:15.06]Junkie bitches up inside the raptor, Gettin silly silly
[01:20.85]White boy if I send em, get em gone
[01:22.50]Nickname him terror billy
[01:23.67]You is not my kind. Might think you hard
[01:25.32]But it get chilly chilly
[01:26.79]Please stop frontin, you gon make me have to prove a point
[01:29.28]Know what's up, hangin' in them backwoods
[01:31.02]Where there's angel dust
[01:32.07]Keep it tucked, run up on me wrong
[01:33.72]I'm bustin at your gut
[01:34.77]Busy gettin rich ain't got no time for nun that sucka shit
[01:37.62]Told that hoe just tap in with my agent if she suckin dick
[01:40.47]Now what you talking bout?
[01:45.78]Run from that choppa sound
[01:51.39]Now what you talking bout?
[01:56.88]Run from that choppa
[01:57.30]SINK THROUGH
[02:06.42]I can feel my cage giving way
[02:07.08]GIVE IN
[02:07.26]Give in to the lull give yourself away

作词 : Justice Clarence Martin
作曲 : Jonathan Dolese/Justice Clarence Martin/Travis Chase Thomas/Robert Carl Barrio/Nicholas James Trahan/Mathew Travis Cortopasi
Riding in that rusted chevy box, they call me big dog
Clutching on that choppa, pouring Henny like its eggnog
Half the class I went to school with duckin' off that Fentanyl
Take a ride on my block, bitch we lurkin
Keep your door locked
Speedin' in that track you hear my motor then that -
Knock them tattoos all up off your body
Now bitch act tough
She don't like it when I'm off them percs
I guess I **** rough
Milly got these models doing flips inside the big house
Wait for that choppa sound
Now what you talkin bout?
Now what you talking bout?
Run from that choppa sound
Now what you talking bout?
Run from that choppa
I don't never lack, we TTG
Gotta keep that pole close
Throw you in that bayou if them reapers come, and wipe your nose
Bloody nose shawty wanna step into my world sho'
Junkie bitches up inside the raptor, Gettin silly silly
White boy if I send em, get em gone
Nickname him terror billy
You is not my kind. Might think you hard
But it get chilly chilly
Please stop frontin, you gon make me have to prove a point
Know what's up, hangin' in them backwoods
Where there's angel dust
Keep it tucked, run up on me wrong
I'm bustin at your gut
Busy gettin rich ain't got no time for nun that sucka shit
Told that hoe just tap in with my agent if she suckin dick
Now what you talking bout?
Run from that choppa sound
Now what you talking bout?
Run from that choppa
SINK THROUGH
I can feel my cage giving way
GIVE IN
Give in to the lull give yourself away