[00:00.000] 作曲 : Bakari Ward/Danny Jerome Jenrette/Damian Hoffmanns/Oleksii Kharchenko/Joao Camarneir
[00:11.126]Desperados
[00:11.879]Heavy autos
[00:13.161]Who I hang with
[00:14.164]Caught him, he was macho
[00:15.957]And got his brain split
[00:17.229]Lil' Roc like Picasso, the way he paint shit
[00:19.984]This lil' Glock make his top go when we flame shit
[00:20.486]
[00:22.773]I know I'm gon' make it to the top
[00:24.585]And I can taste it
[00:25.836]Ran this money, chasin' to this guap
[00:27.593]I almost fainted
[00:28.842]My heart probably vacant
[00:29.846]Uh, I'm hot like a blanket
[00:31.351]I can't stop and get complacent
[00:32.611]'Cause somebody else will take it, uh
[00:33.437]
[00:34.440]I ain't look at her text again, I dawg hoes and don't say shit
[00:37.461]Squad deep like Mexicans, my vatos on that gang shit
[00:40.224]Hit his block, creep with that TEC again, let shots go, he ain't make it
[00:42.990]This real life, ain't no fakin', I seen bodies die on that pavement
[00:43.765]
[00:45.803]This Smith will get him, no Jada
[00:47.336]When that steel hit him, can't save him
[00:48.861]Glock-21, no Jump Street, bro shootin' shit like Tatum
[00:51.621]Niggas my sons, I've been peeped, copy my shit, verbatim
[00:54.704]Got dirty lungs, this real heat, nigga's dead mens in this paper
[00:55.456]
[00:57.743]Rerock on his block like we've been ****in' with them brickies
[01:00.559]If he want me, then come get me
[01:01.777]Number one, still in my city
[01:03.534]If he **** with my dough, boy, that Pump hit him like Ricky
[01:06.300]And he don't want no smoke, boy, we puff niggas like—
[01:07.366]
[01:09.121]Desperados
[01:10.125]Heavy autos
[01:11.394]Who I hang with
[01:12.397]Caught him, he was macho
[01:14.153]And got his brain split
[01:15.157]Lil' Roc like Picasso
[01:16.950]The way he paint shit
[01:17.947]This lil' Glock make his top go when we flame shit
[01:18.729]
[01:21.014]I know I'm gon' make it to the top
[01:22.775]And I can taste it
[01:23.777]Ran this money, chasin' to this guap
[01:25.564]I almost fainted
[01:26.825]My heart probably vacant
[01:28.107]Uh, I'm hot like a blanket
[01:29.367]I can't stop and get complacent
[01:30.900]'Cause somebody else will take it, uh (Oh, oh-oh)
[01:31.652]
[01:32.655]Yeah, I'm hot like my stainless Taurus, **** her, she stay nameless, uh (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
[01:35.664]Brand-new car, let's ride around, count up all these payments (Ooh, oh, oh)
[01:38.424]It's like Wonderland, I wonder why this **** nigga wanna be like me (Ooh)
[01:41.436]I can't fall in love, that shit sound dangerous
[01:43.461]I've been thinkin' 'bout the choices I might make
[01:46.226]If I go M.I.A., will I lose their faith?
[01:48.989]If I need my space, does that make me insane?
[01:52.257]If your heart was cold like mine, I bet you wouldn't feel human
[01:53.010]
[01:55.269]Took off to the moon, I'll be back tomorrow
[01:58.027]I'm on my somber shit like, "**** it. No bravado."
[02:00.799]Uh, money never change me, I know love too vital
[02:03.804]'Cause when I say, "I love you," shit, I mean it like a promise, no recital
[02:06.662]
[02:07.435]Desperados
[02:08.439]Heavy autos
[02:09.443]Who I hang with
[02:10.446]Caught him, he was macho
[02:12.259]And got his brain split
[02:13.513]Lil' Roc like Picasso, the way he paint shit
[02:16.235]This lil' Glock make his top go when we flame shit
[02:16.992]
[02:19.249]I know I'm gon' make it to the top
[02:21.006]And I can taste it
[02:22.010]Ran this money, chasin' to this guap
[02:23.786]I almost fainted
[02:25.049]My heart probably vacant
[02:26.302]Uh, I'm hot like a blanket
[02:27.555]I can't stop and get complacent
[02:29.091]'Cause somebody else will take it, uh

作曲 : Bakari Ward/Danny Jerome Jenrette/Damian Hoffmanns/Oleksii Kharchenko/Joao Camarneir
Desperados
Heavy autos
Who I hang with
Caught him, he was macho
And got his brain split
Lil' Roc like Picasso, the way he paint shit
This lil' Glock make his top go when we flame shit
I know I'm gon' make it to the top
And I can taste it
Ran this money, chasin' to this guap
I almost fainted
My heart probably vacant
Uh, I'm hot like a blanket
I can't stop and get complacent
'Cause somebody else will take it, uh
I ain't look at her text again, I dawg hoes and don't say shit
Squad deep like Mexicans, my vatos on that gang shit
Hit his block, creep with that TEC again, let shots go, he ain't make it
This real life, ain't no fakin', I seen bodies die on that pavement
This Smith will get him, no Jada
When that steel hit him, can't save him
Glock-21, no Jump Street, bro shootin' shit like Tatum
Niggas my sons, I've been peeped, copy my shit, verbatim
Got dirty lungs, this real heat, nigga's dead mens in this paper
Rerock on his block like we've been ****in' with them brickies
If he want me, then come get me
Number one, still in my city
If he **** with my dough, boy, that Pump hit him like Ricky
And he don't want no smoke, boy, we puff niggas like—
Desperados
Heavy autos
Who I hang with
Caught him, he was macho
And got his brain split
Lil' Roc like Picasso
The way he paint shit
This lil' Glock make his top go when we flame shit
I know I'm gon' make it to the top
And I can taste it
Ran this money, chasin' to this guap
I almost fainted
My heart probably vacant
Uh, I'm hot like a blanket
I can't stop and get complacent
'Cause somebody else will take it, uh (Oh, oh-oh)
Yeah, I'm hot like my stainless Taurus, **** her, she stay nameless, uh (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Brand-new car, let's ride around, count up all these payments (Ooh, oh, oh)
It's like Wonderland, I wonder why this **** nigga wanna be like me (Ooh)
I can't fall in love, that shit sound dangerous
I've been thinkin' 'bout the choices I might make
If I go M.I.A., will I lose their faith?
If I need my space, does that make me insane?
If your heart was cold like mine, I bet you wouldn't feel human
Took off to the moon, I'll be back tomorrow
I'm on my somber shit like, "**** it. No bravado."
Uh, money never change me, I know love too vital
'Cause when I say, "I love you," shit, I mean it like a promise, no recital
Desperados
Heavy autos
Who I hang with
Caught him, he was macho
And got his brain split
Lil' Roc like Picasso, the way he paint shit
This lil' Glock make his top go when we flame shit
I know I'm gon' make it to the top
And I can taste it
Ran this money, chasin' to this guap
I almost fainted
My heart probably vacant
Uh, I'm hot like a blanket
I can't stop and get complacent
'Cause somebody else will take it, uh