[00:00.000] 作词 : Carter Bryson/Bobby Sandmanie/Corey Kerr/Thomas Ross
[00:00.094] 作曲 : Carter Bryson/Bobby Sandmanie/Corey Kerr/Thomas Ross
[00:00.189][Intro]
[00:03.670]Okay, yeah
[00:10.882]Okay, uh
[00:14.124]Okay
[00:14.932]
[00:15.201][Chorus]
[00:15.468]I come in when they waking up
[00:16.837]My twin slide by, he'll take your money
[00:18.463]All these niggas said they making money
[00:20.354]But, honestly, they don't make enough
[00:22.235]They ain't making nothin'
[00:23.059]If Looks Could Kill: That bitch keep frontin'
[00:24.129]My Trackhawk Jeep, I'm racing dog
[00:26.049]All this ****ing help my diamonds
[00:27.647]Pop a G6 shit and I'm taking off
[00:29.770]Honestly, I don’t do the love
[00:31.687]And I still **** on hoes, but I like you, shawty
[00:33.589]We just drink hard, we don’t go to no parties
[00:35.239]All these percs, that's the Top Floor for ya
[00:37.154]I’m off all these drugs, I don’t go to no clubs, and
[00:39.015]If Looks Could Kill If Looks Could Kill If Looks Could Kill All these bitches tryna come through and **** me
[00:40.903]I’m tryna figure out which one love me
[00:42.794]I’m tryna figure out which one trust me
[00:44.145]
[00:44.400][Verse 1]
[00:44.677]My chain keep swangin', my gang keep gangin'
[00:46.558]My bitch come through like all the time
[00:48.185]All I see is dollar signs, My brand new shades Balenciaga
[00:51.968]All these girls got Vetements prolly
[00:53.908]Yes, I'm the nigga that made no stylist
[00:55.776]I go shoppin' ???
[00:57.403]Ain't nobody touchin' my swag
[00:58.992]I got way too much weed, too much drank
[01:01.141]And I'm mad don't text her back
[01:02.489]I get way too fly, I'm jet lagged
[01:04.918]And your bitch jet lag
[01:06.539]I just keep on going back to back
[01:08.686]With these hits and with this swag
[01:10.057]We just keep on going back to back
[01:12.193]And honestly I'm tryna bag it
[01:14.073]I keep a FN right on my hip
[01:16.256]If Looks Could Kill Make a bitch nigga back up
[01:17.604]I go rockstar, raver, cowboy
[01:19.519]And I put my weed in tobacco
[01:21.122]I use my tennis chain as a lasso
[01:22.990]Most of these bitches just some nat hoes
[01:24.907]I had to switch up my last ho
[01:26.521]I'm not the nigga from last year
[01:28.401]
[01:28.679][Chorus]
[01:28.934]I come in when they waking up
[01:30.829]My twin slide by, he'll take your money
[01:32.709]All these niggas said they making money
[01:34.635]But, honestly, they don't make enough
[01:36.271]They ain't making nothin'
[01:38.421]If Looks Could Kill: That bitch keep frontin'
[01:40.068]My Trackhawk Jeep, I'm racing dog
[01:40.359]All this ****ing help my diamonds
[01:42.274]Pop a G6 shit and I'm taking off
[01:43.911]Honestly, I don’t do the love
[01:45.828]And I still **** on hoes, but I like you, shawty
[01:47.686]We just drink hard, we don’t go to no parties
[01:49.601]All these percs, that's the Top Floor for ya
[01:51.479]I’m off all these drugs, I don’t go to no clubs, and
[01:53.364]If Looks Could Kill If Looks Could Kill If Looks Could Kill All these bitches tryna come through and **** me
[01:55.268]I’m tryna figure out which one love me
[01:56.885]I’m tryna figure out which one trust me
[01:58.750]
[01:59.017][Verse 2]
[01:59.279]All of this shit get ugly
[02:00.897]I put a mask on, I’m not ugly
[02:02.488]I just be counting up all this money
[02:04.078]I just be counting up all this money
[02:06.479]She said I smell good when she hug me
[02:08.340]I think she smell good when she ???
[02:09.927]Can't let a broke bitch touch me
[02:11.265]Can't let a broke nigga touch me
[02:13.130]Can't let a hot nigga touch me
[02:15.014]My diamonds polished, yours are rusty
[02:16.641]My diamonds rainin', I use an umbrella
[02:18.810]From all of the doors on the Cullinan
[02:20.413]Her pussy rain and I use an umbrella
[02:22.572]From all of the doors on the Cullinan
[02:24.209]Back seat, roll up another one
[02:25.825]Back seat, I pour up another cup
[02:27.985]I'm a lil' killa, I came to kill
[02:30.178]And honestly ???
[02:31.799]I might be the flyest in America
[02:33.439]Tell these **** niggas try it, I'm darin' them
[02:35.345]I'm the best and it ain't no comparison
[02:36.959]She called me one time, I'm ???
[02:39.118]And my brother called me up, enough
[02:40.772]I put the ???
[02:42.903]Rockstar, uhh
[02:43.969]
[02:44.234][Chorus]
[02:44.506]I come in when they waking up
[02:45.562]My twin slide by, he'll take your money
[02:47.187]All these niggas said they making money
[02:49.089]But, honestly, they don't make enough
[02:50.710]They ain't making nothin'
[02:51.772]If Looks Could Kill: That bitch keep frontin'
[02:52.826]My Trackhawk Jeep, I'm racing dog
[02:54.447]All this ****ing help my diamonds
[02:56.637]Pop a G6 shit and I'm taking off
[02:58.273]Honestly, I don’t do the love
[03:00.177]And I still **** on hoes, but I like you, shawty
[03:01.791]We just drink hard, we don’t go to no parties
[03:03.929]All these percs, that's the Top Floor for ya
[03:05.815]I’m off all these drugs, I don’t go to no clubs, and
[03:07.677]If Looks Could Kill If Looks Could Kill If Looks Could Kill All these bitches tryna come through and **** me
[03:09.592]I’m tryna figure out which one love me
[03:11.218]I’m tryna figure out which one trust me

作词 : Carter Bryson/Bobby Sandmanie/Corey Kerr/Thomas Ross
作曲 : Carter Bryson/Bobby Sandmanie/Corey Kerr/Thomas Ross
Okay, yeah
Okay, uh
Okay

I come in when they waking up
My twin slide by, he'll take your money
All these niggas said they making money
But, honestly, they don't make enough
They ain't making nothin'
If Looks Could Kill: That bitch keep frontin'
My Trackhawk Jeep, I'm racing dog
All this ****ing help my diamonds
Pop a G6 shit and I'm taking off
Honestly, I don’t do the love
And I still **** on hoes, but I like you, shawty
We just drink hard, we don’t go to no parties
All these percs, that's the Top Floor for ya
I’m off all these drugs, I don’t go to no clubs, and
If Looks Could Kill If Looks Could Kill If Looks Could Kill All these bitches tryna come through and **** me
I’m tryna figure out which one love me
I’m tryna figure out which one trust me

My chain keep swangin', my gang keep gangin'
My bitch come through like all the time
All I see is dollar signs, My brand new shades Balenciaga
All these girls got Vetements prolly
Yes, I'm the nigga that made no stylist
I go shoppin' ???
Ain't nobody touchin' my swag
I got way too much weed, too much drank
And I'm mad don't text her back
I get way too fly, I'm jet lagged
And your bitch jet lag
I just keep on going back to back
With these hits and with this swag
We just keep on going back to back
And honestly I'm tryna bag it
I keep a FN right on my hip
If Looks Could Kill Make a bitch nigga back up
I go rockstar, raver, cowboy
And I put my weed in tobacco
I use my tennis chain as a lasso
Most of these bitches just some nat hoes
I had to switch up my last ho
I'm not the nigga from last year

I come in when they waking up
My twin slide by, he'll take your money
All these niggas said they making money
But, honestly, they don't make enough
They ain't making nothin'
If Looks Could Kill: That bitch keep frontin'
My Trackhawk Jeep, I'm racing dog
All this ****ing help my diamonds
Pop a G6 shit and I'm taking off
Honestly, I don’t do the love
And I still **** on hoes, but I like you, shawty
We just drink hard, we don’t go to no parties
All these percs, that's the Top Floor for ya
I’m off all these drugs, I don’t go to no clubs, and
If Looks Could Kill If Looks Could Kill If Looks Could Kill All these bitches tryna come through and **** me
I’m tryna figure out which one love me
I’m tryna figure out which one trust me

All of this shit get ugly
I put a mask on, I’m not ugly
I just be counting up all this money
I just be counting up all this money
She said I smell good when she hug me
I think she smell good when she ???
Can't let a broke bitch touch me
Can't let a broke nigga touch me
Can't let a hot nigga touch me
My diamonds polished, yours are rusty
My diamonds rainin', I use an umbrella
From all of the doors on the Cullinan
Her pussy rain and I use an umbrella
From all of the doors on the Cullinan
Back seat, roll up another one
Back seat, I pour up another cup
I'm a lil' killa, I came to kill
And honestly ???
I might be the flyest in America
Tell these **** niggas try it, I'm darin' them
I'm the best and it ain't no comparison
She called me one time, I'm ???
And my brother called me up, enough
I put the ???
Rockstar, uhh

I come in when they waking up
My twin slide by, he'll take your money
All these niggas said they making money
But, honestly, they don't make enough
They ain't making nothin'
If Looks Could Kill: That bitch keep frontin'
My Trackhawk Jeep, I'm racing dog
All this ****ing help my diamonds
Pop a G6 shit and I'm taking off
Honestly, I don’t do the love
And I still **** on hoes, but I like you, shawty
We just drink hard, we don’t go to no parties
All these percs, that's the Top Floor for ya
I’m off all these drugs, I don’t go to no clubs, and
If Looks Could Kill If Looks Could Kill If Looks Could Kill All these bitches tryna come through and **** me
I’m tryna figure out which one love me
I’m tryna figure out which one trust me