[00:00.00] 作词 : Jermaine Cole/Destin Route/Vincent Staples/Kalon Berry
[00:00.08] 作曲 : Jermaine Cole/Destin Route/Vincent Staples/Kalon Berry
[00:00.16]You don't give a damn, then we don't give a ****
[00:02.88]On God, I been waitin' for one of y'all bitch niggas to buc
[00:06.36]Still starving, ribs touching
[00:07.95]Touch the team and you get touched like homescreen buttons
[00:10.77]Hoes scream loud, Jennifer Hudson when them thangs start bustin’
[00:12.77]Alright
[00:13.48]**** talk and slick tal
[00:15.00]Pissed off, stick talk
[00:16.66]Diss track, get mad
[00:18.41]Rap niggas big tras
[00:19.99]Your squad, my squad
[00:21.65]Mismatched, pissants
[00:23.28]Cheese chase, gym rats
[00:25.07]Picture paint, Rembrandts
[00:26.70]Tree trunk, thin branch
[00:28.32]I leave, come back
[00:29.99]This fall, diss all y'all bitch niggas I came up wit
[00:32.53]My, what a bit of a change up
[00:34.17]These niggas lame, we in minimal dange
[00:35.73]I got the banger, just give me the next
[00:37.37]My nigga put me in the game and I'm ready to flame, I'm anxiou
[00:39.44]Put the mother****er' bank on it
[00:40.53]Big nuts hangin', big bucks bringin', **** 'em al
[00:43.61]No slut shamin’, money in the Cayman, I’m appalled
[00:47.23]Niggas swear they bangin', feds got ’em singin on the squa
[00:50.55]Crack rock slangin' on blacktop pavement, tryna ball
[00:53.76]Line 'em up on the wall, three deep, final call
[00:57.05]Knee-deep, squeeze three, beep beep, Tylenol
[01:00.47]Pulled up, one deep, no squad, just me
[01:03.88]Just God, no prob', real niggas tend to **** wit’ m
[01:07.29]No jewelry, no stunt for me
[01:08.78]Just a Bentley truck, and an empty cup of whatever that is
[01:11.57]You too concerned 'bout how clever that is
[01:13.20]Me, I'm concerned how much bread that it is
[01:14.86]Or letters that it is
[01:15.82]I been got my mama, I'll get off of this
[01:17.41]I'm ****ing the game, you niggas is lam
[01:19.01]You won't even get a little head out of this
[01:20.78]Bet I'ma miss, you niggas is dense
[01:22.43]My hits goin' over the fence
[01:24.10]How is you niggas so rich? I'm not so convinced
[01:25.84]My wrist costin' more than your whip
[01:27.25]And I don't wear that no more, that shit there look tack
[01:29.41]Yeah, I'm the G.O.A.T., no nigga, don't at m
[01:31.01]Put on your coat, the world gon' get colder
[01:32.71]This is my year, don't say I ain't told you, bitch
[01:34.98]You don't give a damn, then we don't give a ****
[01:37.65]On God, I been waitin' for one of y'all bitch niggas to buc
[01:40.92]Still starving, ribs touching
[01:42.62]Touch the team and you get touched like homescreen buttons
[01:45.41]Hoes scream loud, Jennifer Hudson when them thangs start bustin'
[01:49.40]Ayy, ayy, nigga, ayy, ay
[01:51.83]Ayy, yo, uh-uh
[01:53.38]Ayy, yo
[01:54.78]Ayy, ain't this that, um...
[01:57.15]Ayy, ain't this the Dreamville shit? This the, um..
[02:02.22]I had a dream, I had a Glock, I had a beam, run it back
[02:05.84]I had a dream, she in Celine, I'm in Supreme, run it back
[02:09.25]Y'all had the dream, I had the guap,
[02:10.99]I hit the green, run it back
[02:12.64]Ready to go, ready to score, ready for war, run it back
[02:16.11]I'm finna bring the summer back
[02:17.79]I'm finna bring the Hummer back
[02:19.52]Snuck my gun in the function
[02:21.54]I bust, he not coming back
[02:23.18]Dummy racks, hundred stacks
[02:24.69]Police killed 'bout a hundred blacks
[02:26.31]Don't get killed tryna run a lap
[02:28.06]Bitch don't get killed tryna run a..

作词 : Jermaine Cole/Destin Route/Vincent Staples/Kalon Berry
作曲 : Jermaine Cole/Destin Route/Vincent Staples/Kalon Berry
You don't give a damn, then we don't give a ****
On God, I been waitin' for one of y'all bitch niggas to buc
Still starving, ribs touching
Touch the team and you get touched like homescreen buttons
Hoes scream loud, Jennifer Hudson when them thangs start bustin’
Alright
**** talk and slick tal
Pissed off, stick talk
Diss track, get mad
Rap niggas big tras
Your squad, my squad
Mismatched, pissants
Cheese chase, gym rats
Picture paint, Rembrandts
Tree trunk, thin branch
I leave, come back
This fall, diss all y'all bitch niggas I came up wit
My, what a bit of a change up
These niggas lame, we in minimal dange
I got the banger, just give me the next
My nigga put me in the game and I'm ready to flame, I'm anxiou
Put the mother****er' bank on it
Big nuts hangin', big bucks bringin', **** 'em al
No slut shamin’, money in the Cayman, I’m appalled
Niggas swear they bangin', feds got ’em singin on the squa
Crack rock slangin' on blacktop pavement, tryna ball
Line 'em up on the wall, three deep, final call
Knee-deep, squeeze three, beep beep, Tylenol
Pulled up, one deep, no squad, just me
Just God, no prob', real niggas tend to **** wit’ m
No jewelry, no stunt for me
Just a Bentley truck, and an empty cup of whatever that is
You too concerned 'bout how clever that is
Me, I'm concerned how much bread that it is
Or letters that it is
I been got my mama, I'll get off of this
I'm ****ing the game, you niggas is lam
You won't even get a little head out of this
Bet I'ma miss, you niggas is dense
My hits goin' over the fence
How is you niggas so rich? I'm not so convinced
My wrist costin' more than your whip
And I don't wear that no more, that shit there look tack
Yeah, I'm the G.O.A.T., no nigga, don't at m
Put on your coat, the world gon' get colder
This is my year, don't say I ain't told you, bitch
You don't give a damn, then we don't give a ****
On God, I been waitin' for one of y'all bitch niggas to buc
Still starving, ribs touching
Touch the team and you get touched like homescreen buttons
Hoes scream loud, Jennifer Hudson when them thangs start bustin'
Ayy, ayy, nigga, ayy, ay
Ayy, yo, uh-uh
Ayy, yo
Ayy, ain't this that, um...
Ayy, ain't this the Dreamville shit? This the, um..
I had a dream, I had a Glock, I had a beam, run it back
I had a dream, she in Celine, I'm in Supreme, run it back
Y'all had the dream, I had the guap,
I hit the green, run it back
Ready to go, ready to score, ready for war, run it back
I'm finna bring the summer back
I'm finna bring the Hummer back
Snuck my gun in the function
I bust, he not coming back
Dummy racks, hundred stacks
Police killed 'bout a hundred blacks
Don't get killed tryna run a lap
Bitch don't get killed tryna run a..