[00:00.000] 作曲 : Devante McCreary/Kobe Crawford/D'Andre Ferby
[00:00.000]Tuned in, I'm tellin' you
[00:01.349]I'm droppin' nothin' but gas
[00:02.799]Foot on the mother****in' gas, you hear me?
[00:05.298]Yeah, Big Za
[00:16.349]Big Za, hey-yeah, huh
[00:18.491]I'm a real trapper, tell me what you need (Brr, brr)
[00:21.091]Yeah, bitch, this a McLaren, I can't do nothin' but speed (Yo)
[00:24.291]Left Klub 24 and blew a damn .30 (Damn .30)
[00:27.442]Aye, pull up, hop out cleaner than some damn detergent
[00:30.441]Yeah, huh, that's my lil' shit, she Mrs. perfect (C'mere, baby)
[00:33.890]Yeah, and my pockets stuffed like a turkey (Beep, beep, beep)
[00:36.991]Huh, I'm the mother****in' biggest, boy, let's make a bet, huh
[00:40.509]I'll pull up in some shit, make bitches break they neck (Yo)
[00:43.609]I'll pull up in some shit'll make your jaw drop (Jaw drop)
[00:46.409]Lemon yellow 'Vette, come through lookin' like a cough drop (Skrrt)
[00:49.607]You can't sit on my lap, baby, I paid too much for these jeans
[00:52.859]Might go Rolls-Royce Culli', blue inside like Listerine
[00:56.009]She say, "Daddy, when I'ma see you?" I say, "Let me check my schedule"
[00:59.109]I got 250k in 20s 'cause it look better
[01:02.159]Broke, bum-ass bitch, tell me where you live at?
[01:05.358]Who, me? I'ma get a sack like Khalil Mack (Yeah)
[01:08.358]Thinkin' 'bout it now, I probably spent a half a mil' on clothes (Yeah)
[01:11.459]I just went on tour, I gave away money at all my shows (Big Za)
[01:14.559]Oh, that's Dlow bendin' the block, get your kids out the road (Yo)
[01:17.708]I got a lot of dog shit on me, you better cover up your nose
[01:20.510]I'm a real trapper, tell me what you need (Brr, brr)
[01:23.059]Yeah, bitch, this a McLaren, I can't do nothin' but speed (Yo)
[01:26.160]Left Klub 24 and blew a damn .30 (Damn .30)
[01:29.409]Aye, pull up, hop out cleaner than some damn detergent
[01:32.310]Yeah, huh, that's my lil' shit, she Mrs. perfect (C'mere, baby)
[01:35.859]Yeah, and my pockets stuffed like a turkey (Beep, beep, beep)
[01:38.907]Huh, I'm the mother****in' biggest, boy, let's make a bet, huh
[01:42.456]I'll pull up in some shit, make bitches break they neck (Yo)
[01:45.157]I got tired of foreign cars, **** 'round, got a Chevy mounted
[01:48.257]Christmas, I told Santa Claus, "Just bring me a money counter"
[01:51.356]Bro seen too many of his **** get put in a suit, that's why that blick got a button
[01:54.505]I know I shouldn't be mixin' the family with business, I still give a job to my cousins
[01:57.556]I'm out in London with a bad bitch, look like tummy, I pay to remove her gut
[02:00.607]Ask her, can she make it clap, she can make it talk instead
[02:03.756]Do CPR on the bando, who the **** said trappin' dead?
[02:06.756]Send a **** straight to Heaven, roll him up, then we inhale him
[02:09.707]She bad and she don't hurt for nothin', shawty got her shit together
[02:12.907]My jeweler, he on speed dial, I should slow down on this glitter
[02:16.156]Nightmares on that Maybach pillar, guess this shit ain't what it seem
[02:19.257]NoCap, Michael Jackson Thriller
[02:20.806]Stuff a billi' in my jeans
[02:22.356]I'm a real trapper, tell me what you need (Brr, brr)
[02:25.006]Yeah, bitch, this a McLaren, I can't do nothin' but speed (Yo)
[02:28.107]Left Klub 24 and blew a damn .30 (Damn .30)
[02:31.306]Aye, pull up, hop out cleaner than some damn detergent
[02:34.257]Yeah, huh, that's my lil' shit, she Mrs. perfect (C'mere, baby)
[02:37.956]Yeah, and my pockets stuffed like a turkey (Beep, beep, beep)
[02:40.856]Huh, I'm the mother****in' biggest, boy, let's make a bet, huh
[02:44.356]I'll pull up in some shit, make bitches break they neck (Yo)
[02:47.105]I'm cleanin' everything, as if you think 'bout murkin' me
[02:50.606]She was everything before she got her surgery
[02:53.506]Ride with 3000 shots, I'm feelin' like I'm Andre
[02:56.706]I popped a half a pill, now she look like Beyoncé
[02:59.856]Me and Dlow pull up back to back, shit like scoliosis
[03:02.955]Know I should've been the quarterback, I got too much motion
[03:06.107]Most of these **** ain't never slain no one, but they know how to troll
[03:09.106]Come to my block, this shit like UFC, the trap be full of bowls
[03:12.207]I'm in Miami, slidin' in the Huracan like I'm Cameron or Jakob

作曲 : Devante McCreary/Kobe Crawford/D'Andre Ferby
Tuned in, I'm tellin' you
I'm droppin' nothin' but gas
Foot on the mother****in' gas, you hear me?
Yeah, Big Za
Big Za, hey-yeah, huh
I'm a real trapper, tell me what you need (Brr, brr)
Yeah, bitch, this a McLaren, I can't do nothin' but speed (Yo)
Left Klub 24 and blew a damn .30 (Damn .30)
Aye, pull up, hop out cleaner than some damn detergent
Yeah, huh, that's my lil' shit, she Mrs. perfect (C'mere, baby)
Yeah, and my pockets stuffed like a turkey (Beep, beep, beep)
Huh, I'm the mother****in' biggest, boy, let's make a bet, huh
I'll pull up in some shit, make bitches break they neck (Yo)
I'll pull up in some shit'll make your jaw drop (Jaw drop)
Lemon yellow 'Vette, come through lookin' like a cough drop (Skrrt)
You can't sit on my lap, baby, I paid too much for these jeans
Might go Rolls-Royce Culli', blue inside like Listerine
She say, "Daddy, when I'ma see you?" I say, "Let me check my schedule"
I got 250k in 20s 'cause it look better
Broke, bum-ass bitch, tell me where you live at?
Who, me? I'ma get a sack like Khalil Mack (Yeah)
Thinkin' 'bout it now, I probably spent a half a mil' on clothes (Yeah)
I just went on tour, I gave away money at all my shows (Big Za)
Oh, that's Dlow bendin' the block, get your kids out the road (Yo)
I got a lot of dog shit on me, you better cover up your nose
I'm a real trapper, tell me what you need (Brr, brr)
Yeah, bitch, this a McLaren, I can't do nothin' but speed (Yo)
Left Klub 24 and blew a damn .30 (Damn .30)
Aye, pull up, hop out cleaner than some damn detergent
Yeah, huh, that's my lil' shit, she Mrs. perfect (C'mere, baby)
Yeah, and my pockets stuffed like a turkey (Beep, beep, beep)
Huh, I'm the mother****in' biggest, boy, let's make a bet, huh
I'll pull up in some shit, make bitches break they neck (Yo)
I got tired of foreign cars, **** 'round, got a Chevy mounted
Christmas, I told Santa Claus, "Just bring me a money counter"
Bro seen too many of his **** get put in a suit, that's why that blick got a button
I know I shouldn't be mixin' the family with business, I still give a job to my cousins
I'm out in London with a bad bitch, look like tummy, I pay to remove her gut
Ask her, can she make it clap, she can make it talk instead
Do CPR on the bando, who the **** said trappin' dead?
Send a **** straight to Heaven, roll him up, then we inhale him
She bad and she don't hurt for nothin', shawty got her shit together
My jeweler, he on speed dial, I should slow down on this glitter
Nightmares on that Maybach pillar, guess this shit ain't what it seem
NoCap, Michael Jackson Thriller
Stuff a billi' in my jeans
I'm a real trapper, tell me what you need (Brr, brr)
Yeah, bitch, this a McLaren, I can't do nothin' but speed (Yo)
Left Klub 24 and blew a damn .30 (Damn .30)
Aye, pull up, hop out cleaner than some damn detergent
Yeah, huh, that's my lil' shit, she Mrs. perfect (C'mere, baby)
Yeah, and my pockets stuffed like a turkey (Beep, beep, beep)
Huh, I'm the mother****in' biggest, boy, let's make a bet, huh
I'll pull up in some shit, make bitches break they neck (Yo)
I'm cleanin' everything, as if you think 'bout murkin' me
She was everything before she got her surgery
Ride with 3000 shots, I'm feelin' like I'm Andre
I popped a half a pill, now she look like Beyoncé
Me and Dlow pull up back to back, shit like scoliosis
Know I should've been the quarterback, I got too much motion
Most of these **** ain't never slain no one, but they know how to troll
Come to my block, this shit like UFC, the trap be full of bowls
I'm in Miami, slidin' in the Huracan like I'm Cameron or Jakob