[00:00.00] 作词 : Adrian Baez/Dennys Capellan
[00:00.00] 作曲 : Adrian Baez/Dennys Capellan
[00:00.0][Verse]
[00:12.92]Yeah, wildin' on the mother****in' E-Way
[00:14.61]We gon' hit the north, find the trapout
[00:16.32]I ain't even tryna talk about it
[00:17.35]Stop acting like you with it, you don't air out
[00:19.49]I need some more bottles for these bitches
[00:21.18]You peep how a young nigga finna play out
[00:22.44]Run up your ho
[00:23.31]He say he lit, finna boom at the store
[00:24.64]We finna hit us some more
[00:26.16]New Gucci
[00:27.0]I need a baddie to suck on a nigga while I drop the top
[00:28.89]That's that new boujie
[00:30.19]Five bands for a Birkin, no bitch, I don't work
[00:32.3]Do whatever I want, I got new blue cheese
[00:33.25]They gon' do you on me, I got shooters with me
[00:34.83]That hold a lot of weight, I need thick groupies
[00:36.33]Hold up, bitch, don't make noise while you riding
[00:38.23]I got the word that a nigga was plotting on
[00:39.59]Who the **** goofy ain't think we was sliding?
[00:41.17]Bag your bitch on purpose
[00:42.40]Yeah, uh, uh, uh, yeah, yeah
[00:44.85]I ain't trippin' about no lil' bitch, I want bands
[00:46.88]Shorty gon' **** 'em with the FN
[00:47.81]Countin' up all these bodies that drop in my hand
[00:49.37]We gon' handle the opp, tell 'em bring out his mans
[00:51.10]Bring in more bitches, uh
[00:52.84]I got racks in my pocket, I tell you I'm ready to go, nigga
[00:54.73]I don't think bout an opp
[00:56.16]Swear a nigga gon' drop
[00:57.4]Gang be ready to pop, they gon' go get you
[00:58.21]She be easy, my bro 'bout to bag her
[00:59.54]She beggin' my guys to go buy her some more liquor
[01:01.27]She do not give a **** about her nigga
[01:02.79]Like a burner, she ready to blow nigga
[01:04.97]Go far, said I want all the smoke
[01:06.31]I want big war, finna get up a million vests
[01:07.85]I don't think I could hide, then I might catch a body
[01:09.72]Ain't tryna get booked for shooting at his neck
[01:11.34]We gon' get it regardless, I put that on God
[01:12.93]I got so many reasons I don't need to step
[01:14.69]Skeeza
[01:15.50]I remember they ain't jack my speaker
[01:16.97]I do not mix with nobody
[01:18.29]Rent out a Bugatti
[01:19.1]He probably don't like me, give that boy a feature
[01:20.58]We gon run up behind him, ain't checkin' ya pockets
[01:21.77]I just need to press him posting like a female
[01:23.86]At the end of the day, you ain't stacking no bread
[01:25.17]Why the **** am I beefing with a little broke boy?
[01:26.49]I be choking ya ho like a ho boy
[01:28.74]Got a whole lotta racks, it get dope, boy
[01:29.93][Chorus]
[01:30.35]All that talk, finna dump at his face, new killer
[01:31.74]**** what they talking 'bout
[01:33.8]I got hundred bitches, I ain't macking with no niggas
[01:34.88]Forty bands up in the back on God
[01:36.33]I ain't lacking, bitch, on my dead got big triggers
[01:38.16]Re-up, said the bitch tryna ****, can I meet her?
[01:39.79]I could care less, get a bag, I don't need her
[01:41.87]Lord knows run the bread like a meter
[01:43.83]Face, new killer
[01:44.74]**** what they talking 'bout
[01:46.11]I got hundred bitches, I ain't macking with no niggas
[01:47.81]Forty bands up in the back on God
[01:49.25]I ain't lacking, bitch, on my dead got big triggers
[01:51.16]Re-up, said the bitch tryna ****, can I meet her?
[01:53.64]I could care less, get a bag, I don't need her
[01:55.10]Lord knows run the bread like a meter

作词 : Adrian Baez/Dennys Capellan
作曲 : Adrian Baez/Dennys Capellan
Yeah, wildin' on the mother****in' E-Way
We gon' hit the north, find the trapout
I ain't even tryna talk about it
Stop acting like you with it, you don't air out
I need some more bottles for these bitches
You peep how a young nigga finna play out
Run up your ho
He say he lit, finna boom at the store
We finna hit us some more
New Gucci
I need a baddie to suck on a nigga while I drop the top
That's that new boujie
Five bands for a Birkin, no bitch, I don't work
Do whatever I want, I got new blue cheese
They gon' do you on me, I got shooters with me
That hold a lot of weight, I need thick groupies
Hold up, bitch, don't make noise while you riding
I got the word that a nigga was plotting on
Who the **** goofy ain't think we was sliding?
Bag your bitch on purpose
Yeah, uh, uh, uh, yeah, yeah
I ain't trippin' about no lil' bitch, I want bands
Shorty gon' **** 'em with the FN
Countin' up all these bodies that drop in my hand
We gon' handle the opp, tell 'em bring out his mans
Bring in more bitches, uh
I got racks in my pocket, I tell you I'm ready to go, nigga
I don't think bout an opp
Swear a nigga gon' drop
Gang be ready to pop, they gon' go get you
She be easy, my bro 'bout to bag her
She beggin' my guys to go buy her some more liquor
She do not give a **** about her nigga
Like a burner, she ready to blow nigga
Go far, said I want all the smoke
I want big war, finna get up a million vests
I don't think I could hide, then I might catch a body
Ain't tryna get booked for shooting at his neck
We gon' get it regardless, I put that on God
I got so many reasons I don't need to step
Skeeza
I remember they ain't jack my speaker
I do not mix with nobody
Rent out a Bugatti
He probably don't like me, give that boy a feature
We gon run up behind him, ain't checkin' ya pockets
I just need to press him posting like a female
At the end of the day, you ain't stacking no bread
Why the **** am I beefing with a little broke boy?
I be choking ya ho like a ho boy
Got a whole lotta racks, it get dope, boy
All that talk, finna dump at his face, new killer
**** what they talking 'bout
I got hundred bitches, I ain't macking with no niggas
Forty bands up in the back on God
I ain't lacking, bitch, on my dead got big triggers
Re-up, said the bitch tryna ****, can I meet her?
I could care less, get a bag, I don't need her
Lord knows run the bread like a meter
Face, new killer
**** what they talking 'bout
I got hundred bitches, I ain't macking with no niggas
Forty bands up in the back on God
I ain't lacking, bitch, on my dead got big triggers
Re-up, said the bitch tryna ****, can I meet her?
I could care less, get a bag, I don't need her
Lord knows run the bread like a meter