[00:00.000] 作词 : D’evokeyous Hamilton
[00:00.390] 作曲 : Giuliano Peralta
[00:00.781][Intro]
[00:01.550]F**k, f**k, f**k
[00:03.556]Ayy, watch out (We found him)
[00:04.785]Ayy, watch out
[00:06.082]Ayy, watch out
[00:07.330]F**k,f**k,f**k
[00:10.340]Ayy, watch out, ayy, watch out
[00:12.094]Where the f**k the lighter at?
[00:13.455][Verse]
[00:14.709]Uh, drank got me down bad, I'm dizzy
[00:16.221]Twelve hang 'cause that spot be busy
[00:17.775]Told the folks if they got d*ugs, get near me
[00:19.529]Drip before I hit the opp with the semi'
[00:21.286]I'm from the trench, I go Demon 'fore Bentley
[00:22.791]Drank the whole pint, I'ma leave this bih' empty
[00:24.551]Come outside, I got my fire, I'm outside
[00:26.302]N!gga think he throwed, he tryna open his eye
[00:28.056]I don't bе lacked out, I got two different firеs
[00:29.811]Spin this b!tch out, I can get some new tires
[00:31.315]Fit blacked out, like I sat in some fire
[00:33.071]Made this b!tch stand down, she talm' 'bout, "Why?"
[00:34.859]Come 'round the gang, you wanna act like a guy
[00:36.610]Take her on a heist, I'm finna see if [?]
[00:37.864]My blick gon' slam, it's a victory fire
[00:40.145]Your blick gon' jam, better not bring it to the fight
[00:41.651]N!gga don't understand, I'm a thief in the night
[00:43.156]My drip expand, and so did the price
[00:44.967]Two different strands in my paper, they fightin'
[00:46.722]I don't ever say sh!t, but these n!ggas bite
[00:48.477]Your drip lookin' spacious, you think you could fly
[00:50.011]The plug he think he Jamaican, he white
[00:52.048]I got my Draco out, I know this bih' gon' swang sum'
[00:53.553]Hit for a blick, I gotta write my name on it
[00:55.615]Gen 6 Glock, I know gang gon' want it
[00:57.121]N!gga ain't even the opp, you just hang with the opponent
[00:58.940]Make regular drop look like somethin', they gon' want it
[01:00.444]Talkin' 'bout "We opp", you not even on that
[01:02.200]N!gga be hangin' by that light, I'm on that
[01:03.954].223 and the ARP
[01:05.760]Mini-store lit, I got sticks in the V
[01:07.289]Don't be capped out, you got drip 'cause of me
[01:09.068]All these designer brand, I thought they was cheap
[01:10.822]Designer brand, I thought they was cheap
[01:12.577]Roll up some 'za, I like it on beats
[01:14.332]You is a bot, every day you repeat
[01:16.087]You ain't on sh!t, can't relate to the street
[01:17.843]Sittin' on your 'za, you had that weed for some weeks
[01:19.354]Give me two guns, and we can get a feat
[01:21.110]N!gga better stand down, that boy better retreat
[01:22.866]Capped out, talm 'bout she listen to R&B
[01:24.621]Popped out, I leave my tire on the street
[01:26.375]Opped out, you gettin' robbed for your we*d
[01:28.145]Shit comin', I'm havin' money disease
[01:30.054]Big stomach, that's from drinkin' that lean
[01:31.565]Fit bummin', but I ain't trippin', I eat
[01:33.069]Gotta have blick, n!gga hang in the bleachers
[01:34.866]Up with the Gen, jumpin' out my hand
[01:36.622]Put on these brand, I'm makin' 'em trend
[01:38.127]I just be trollin', I promise I'm playin'
[01:39.927]Twelve, if you listenin', this is not the man
[01:41.684]Trench boy, act like I got it out the sand
[01:43.454]Real trench shit, n!gga, f**k you sayin'?
[01:45.210]Sell some weed before I put it in the pan
[01:46.848]Know you f*cked up when you put it in my hand
[01:48.599]Know this sh!t up when I break down the strand
[01:50.355]I got some V-Bucks, I can go buy some skins
[01:51.862]Know she gon' f**k if she drivin' the Benz
[01:53.864]I don't trust sh!t, you see my fire through my pants
[01:55.617][Outro]
[01:56.118]F**k, f**k,f**k
[01:59.880]Ayy, watch out
[02:01.133]Ayy, watch out
[02:01.634]Ayy, watch out
[02:02.387]F**k, f**k
[02:03.439]Ayy, watch out

作词 : D’evokeyous Hamilton
作曲 : Giuliano Peralta
F**k, f**k, f**k
Ayy, watch out (We found him)
Ayy, watch out
Ayy, watch out
F**k,f**k,f**k
Ayy, watch out, ayy, watch out
Where the f**k the lighter at?
Uh, drank got me down bad, I'm dizzy
Twelve hang 'cause that spot be busy
Told the folks if they got d*ugs, get near me
Drip before I hit the opp with the semi'
I'm from the trench, I go Demon 'fore Bentley
Drank the whole pint, I'ma leave this bih' empty
Come outside, I got my fire, I'm outside
N!gga think he throwed, he tryna open his eye
I don't bе lacked out, I got two different firеs
Spin this b!tch out, I can get some new tires
Fit blacked out, like I sat in some fire
Made this b!tch stand down, she talm' 'bout, "Why?"
Come 'round the gang, you wanna act like a guy
Take her on a heist, I'm finna see if
My blick gon' slam, it's a victory fire
Your blick gon' jam, better not bring it to the fight
N!gga don't understand, I'm a thief in the night
My drip expand, and so did the price
Two different strands in my paper, they fightin'
I don't ever say sh!t, but these n!ggas bite
Your drip lookin' spacious, you think you could fly
The plug he think he Jamaican, he white
I got my Draco out, I know this bih' gon' swang sum'
Hit for a blick, I gotta write my name on it
Gen 6 Glock, I know gang gon' want it
N!gga ain't even the opp, you just hang with the opponent
Make regular drop look like somethin', they gon' want it
Talkin' 'bout "We opp", you not even on that
N!gga be hangin' by that light, I'm on that
.223 and the ARP
Mini-store lit, I got sticks in the V
Don't be capped out, you got drip 'cause of me
All these designer brand, I thought they was cheap
Designer brand, I thought they was cheap
Roll up some 'za, I like it on beats
You is a bot, every day you repeat
You ain't on sh!t, can't relate to the street
Sittin' on your 'za, you had that weed for some weeks
Give me two guns, and we can get a feat
N!gga better stand down, that boy better retreat
Capped out, talm 'bout she listen to R&B
Popped out, I leave my tire on the street
Opped out, you gettin' robbed for your we*d
Shit comin', I'm havin' money disease
Big stomach, that's from drinkin' that lean
Fit bummin', but I ain't trippin', I eat
Gotta have blick, n!gga hang in the bleachers
Up with the Gen, jumpin' out my hand
Put on these brand, I'm makin' 'em trend
I just be trollin', I promise I'm playin'
Twelve, if you listenin', this is not the man
Trench boy, act like I got it out the sand
Real trench shit, n!gga, f**k you sayin'?
Sell some weed before I put it in the pan
Know you f*cked up when you put it in my hand
Know this sh!t up when I break down the strand
I got some V-Bucks, I can go buy some skins
Know she gon' f**k if she drivin' the Benz
I don't trust sh!t, you see my fire through my pants
F**k, f**k,f**k
Ayy, watch out
Ayy, watch out
Ayy, watch out
F**k, f**k
Ayy, watch out