[00:00.000] 作词 : Navraj Goraya/Andrew Kenneth Franklin/Ozan Yildirim
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Navraj Goraya/Andrew Kenneth Franklin/Ozan Yildirim
[00:13.479]Knots in my pockets got bigger
[00:15.107]Playin' with the game like a fiddle
[00:16.320]**** all the opps, I'm ****in' they sister
[00:17.955]I'm no joke, I ain't tellin' no riddles
[00:19.412]Drop a lil' gwap, hit ya block wit' a missle
[00:21.185]Ridin' with a Drake-o, **** a lil' pistol
[00:22.696]Shorty come to me, I ain't gotta go get her
[00:24.293]Had a bitch swallow my seed and you kissed her
[00:25.909]Mob ties, leave your face in a pasta
[00:27.485]Take a bad bitch and I put her on my roster
[00:29.125]Pedal to the metal, I'm goin' full throttle
[00:30.640]Hit the red carpet and bag me a model
[00:32.224]Smokin' out the pound, got lean by the bottle
[00:33.934]Piss me off, everybody in trouble
[00:35.600]Price on my head, I'll pay 'em double
[00:37.066]We gon' send shots and burst they bubble
[00:39.151]Got ya career on my wrist, yeah, can't nobody **** my bitch, yeah
[00:42.303]Pills inside of my piss, yeah, keep the fire, gotta ride with a blick, yeah
[00:45.449]Whole squad got Rollies, don't tick-tick, got it out the mud, out the brick, bricks
[00:48.693]Everything lit like Bic, bitch, Saint Laurent on my bitch, bitch
[00:51.861]YCFU, you ain't slick, slick, pants and my jacket Rick, Rick
[00:55.016]Your girlfriend beg for a flick, flick, had her backstage doing whippets
[00:58.265]They told me I'm gon' get hit, hit, thirty rounds in my clip, bitch
[01:01.506]Turn your new chain to a lick, bitch, time to get back to business
[01:04.686]Got a lotta problems I deal with
[01:06.323]Talkin' 'bout blood, I spill shit
[01:08.003]Talkin' no cap, gettin' peeled quick
[01:09.492]Over your body, I build, bitch
[01:11.092]Said you want smoke, get turnt to a zip
[01:12.695]Thought you was a man, but you turnt to a bitch
[01:14.347]Thought you was Blood now you turned to a Crip
[01:15.877]I'll get you whacked for half my fit
[01:17.605]I don't know what these bitches want me for, that's why I'ma doubt her
[01:20.725]I know when she get comfortable she gon' do everything I allow her
[01:23.908]I know the place I came from, I know they still whippin' up that powder
[01:27.104]I had too many chains on, so I left 'em on when I shower
[01:30.299]Got ya career on my wrist, yeah, can't nobody **** my bitch, yeah
[01:33.507]Pills inside of my piss, yeah, keep the fire, gotta ride with a blick, yeah
[01:36.587]Whole squad got Rollies, don't tick-tick, got it out the mud, out the brick, bricks
[01:39.871]Everything lit like Bic, bitch, Saint Laurent on my bitch, bitch
[01:43.149]YCFU, you ain't slick, slick, pants and my jacket Rick, Rick
[01:46.229]Your girlfriend beg for a flick, flick, had her backstage doing whippets
[01:49.455]They told me I'm gon' get hit, hit, thirty rounds in my clip, bitch
[01:52.689]Turn your new chain to a lick, bitch, time to get back to business

作词 : Navraj Goraya/Andrew Kenneth Franklin/Ozan Yildirim
作曲 : Navraj Goraya/Andrew Kenneth Franklin/Ozan Yildirim
Knots in my pockets got bigger
Playin' with the game like a fiddle
**** all the opps, I'm ****in' they sister
I'm no joke, I ain't tellin' no riddles
Drop a lil' gwap, hit ya block wit' a missle
Ridin' with a Drake-o, **** a lil' pistol
Shorty come to me, I ain't gotta go get her
Had a bitch swallow my seed and you kissed her
Mob ties, leave your face in a pasta
Take a bad bitch and I put her on my roster
Pedal to the metal, I'm goin' full throttle
Hit the red carpet and bag me a model
Smokin' out the pound, got lean by the bottle
Piss me off, everybody in trouble
Price on my head, I'll pay 'em double
We gon' send shots and burst they bubble
Got ya career on my wrist, yeah, can't nobody **** my bitch, yeah
Pills inside of my piss, yeah, keep the fire, gotta ride with a blick, yeah
Whole squad got Rollies, don't tick-tick, got it out the mud, out the brick, bricks
Everything lit like Bic, bitch, Saint Laurent on my bitch, bitch
YCFU, you ain't slick, slick, pants and my jacket Rick, Rick
Your girlfriend beg for a flick, flick, had her backstage doing whippets
They told me I'm gon' get hit, hit, thirty rounds in my clip, bitch
Turn your new chain to a lick, bitch, time to get back to business
Got a lotta problems I deal with
Talkin' 'bout blood, I spill shit
Talkin' no cap, gettin' peeled quick
Over your body, I build, bitch
Said you want smoke, get turnt to a zip
Thought you was a man, but you turnt to a bitch
Thought you was Blood now you turned to a Crip
I'll get you whacked for half my fit
I don't know what these bitches want me for, that's why I'ma doubt her
I know when she get comfortable she gon' do everything I allow her
I know the place I came from, I know they still whippin' up that powder
I had too many chains on, so I left 'em on when I shower
Got ya career on my wrist, yeah, can't nobody **** my bitch, yeah
Pills inside of my piss, yeah, keep the fire, gotta ride with a blick, yeah
Whole squad got Rollies, don't tick-tick, got it out the mud, out the brick, bricks
Everything lit like Bic, bitch, Saint Laurent on my bitch, bitch
YCFU, you ain't slick, slick, pants and my jacket Rick, Rick
Your girlfriend beg for a flick, flick, had her backstage doing whippets
They told me I'm gon' get hit, hit, thirty rounds in my clip, bitch
Turn your new chain to a lick, bitch, time to get back to business