[00:00.00] 作词 : Bryson Potts/Manyang Kual
[00:00.17] 作曲 : Bryson Potts/Manyang Kual
[00:00.34]Yeah, huh, uh, yeah, yeah
[00:03.64]Huh, uh, huh, yeah, yeah
[00:06.71]Yeah, yeah, yeah, huh, uh
[00:09.46]Huh, uh, huh, uh, huh, yeah
[00:11.25]Slick Rick type of bitch 'cause I'm a bad bitch getter
[00:14.47]Poppin' painkiller,
[00:15.62]Uh, higher than a plane, bitch (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
[00:17.40]You a lame, you ain't gang, so I can't hang with ya (No)
[00:20.33]Touch my chain, bang bang, snatch a bitch's brain, bitch
[00:23.40]Uh, got a pole on my hip, ain't no fightin' (Ain't no fightin')
[00:26.31]I strike a bitch with this 30
[00:28.16]Like some lightning (Just like some lightning)
[00:29.39]I hit her for the night,
[00:30.39]I don't do no wifin' (Don't do no wifin')
[00:32.17]I **** her then delete her, yeah,
[00:33.68]I'm so triflin' (I'm so triflin')
[00:35.03]Real, real, real, real, real savage (I'm a savage)
[00:37.98]I don't **** with that bitch if she average (If she average)
[00:40.89]I got a bad stripper bitch named Ashley (Ashley)
[00:43.81]She taste like candy, do you understand me? (Candy, yeah)
[00:46.72]brand new car, hop out the 'Vette, ice on my wrist, Audemar, Patek
[00:49.39]Brand new chain, ice on my neck,
[00:50.86]Got tired of the Drac' and I copped me a TEC
[00:52.39]I'm up all night, I don't get rest,
[00:53.76]I'm catchin' these flights and chasin' a check
[00:55.25]Lil baby, she wet, I don't want dick,
[00:56.61]Open your mouth and give me your neck
[00:58.06]Uh, give me your neck, yeah (Give me your neck)
[01:01.56]Keep your pants on, just want the neck (The neck, neck, neck)
[01:05.31]Want the neck, keep your pants on (Give me neck, neck)
[01:07.50]For real, bitch, keep your pants on
[01:10.11]I'm a Slick Rick type of bitch (Bitch)
[01:13.06]She wanna **** with me because my bands bigger (My bands bigger)
[01:15.84]Pass me the blunt, I don't do the liquor (No liquor)
[01:18.67]And your bitch a groupie, wanna take a picture (And take a picture)
[01:21.78]I'm strapped up like a dyke or somethin',
[01:22.87]I hope you don't try to take nothin' (What)
[01:24.23]My niggas strapped with army guns (Yeah),
[01:25.64]You think I'm lyin', I'll show you one (Rrah, rrah)
[01:27.16]We up from the hip and we burn one (Bow, bow, bow, bow)
[01:29.81]When I up, you better dip,
[01:31.14]That's your head, son (That's your head, son)
[01:32.78]Uh, uh, aight
[01:34.19]That's your head, son
[01:35.65]When I up, you better dip, that's your head, son
[01:38.40]Yeah, yeah

作词 : Bryson Potts/Manyang Kual
作曲 : Bryson Potts/Manyang Kual
Yeah, huh, uh, yeah, yeah
Huh, uh, huh, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, huh, uh
Huh, uh, huh, uh, huh, yeah
Slick Rick type of bitch 'cause I'm a bad bitch getter
Poppin' painkiller,
Uh, higher than a plane, bitch (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
You a lame, you ain't gang, so I can't hang with ya (No)
Touch my chain, bang bang, snatch a bitch's brain, bitch
Uh, got a pole on my hip, ain't no fightin' (Ain't no fightin')
I strike a bitch with this 30
Like some lightning (Just like some lightning)
I hit her for the night,
I don't do no wifin' (Don't do no wifin')
I **** her then delete her, yeah,
I'm so triflin' (I'm so triflin')
Real, real, real, real, real savage (I'm a savage)
I don't **** with that bitch if she average (If she average)
I got a bad stripper bitch named Ashley (Ashley)
She taste like candy, do you understand me? (Candy, yeah)
brand new car, hop out the 'Vette, ice on my wrist, Audemar, Patek
Brand new chain, ice on my neck,
Got tired of the Drac' and I copped me a TEC
I'm up all night, I don't get rest,
I'm catchin' these flights and chasin' a check
Lil baby, she wet, I don't want dick,
Open your mouth and give me your neck
Uh, give me your neck, yeah (Give me your neck)
Keep your pants on, just want the neck (The neck, neck, neck)
Want the neck, keep your pants on (Give me neck, neck)
For real, bitch, keep your pants on
I'm a Slick Rick type of bitch (Bitch)
She wanna **** with me because my bands bigger (My bands bigger)
Pass me the blunt, I don't do the liquor (No liquor)
And your bitch a groupie, wanna take a picture (And take a picture)
I'm strapped up like a dyke or somethin',
I hope you don't try to take nothin' (What)
My niggas strapped with army guns (Yeah),
You think I'm lyin', I'll show you one (Rrah, rrah)
We up from the hip and we burn one (Bow, bow, bow, bow)
When I up, you better dip,
That's your head, son (That's your head, son)
Uh, uh, aight
That's your head, son
When I up, you better dip, that's your head, son
Yeah, yeah