[00:00.000] 作词 : Dylan Berg/Lukas Benjamin Leth/Ryan O'Neill/Kamron Ford/Samuel Martin Dimits
[00:00.530] 作曲 : Dylan Berg/Lukas Benjamin Leth/Ryan O'Neill/Kamron Ford/Samuel Martin Dimits
[00:01.060]Oh, yeah, Sam, that right here go hard
[00:10.004]"Iceberg want a bag, b***h"
[00:15.101]My brodie say he ain't coppin' no plea
[00:16.495]He ain't livin' for shit, so he feelin' like **** it
[00:18.487]My niggas know that trap finna make us some money
[00:20.902]I swear that my big brother love it
[00:22.766]Packed the big body, we hop out the G Wagon thuggin'
[00:25.090]Everybody with me clutchin'
[00:26.652]Everybody who said I wouldn't be shit
[00:28.827]Y'all the reason I learned about bluffin'
[00:30.509]'Cause these niggas cap, for real
[00:31.950]Yo' dog will fed you, then do some shit behind your back, for real
[00:34.881]It was time I feel like I wouldn't make it
[00:36.645]Man, I don't think 'bout goin' back, for real
[00:38.946]I ain't been feelin' the energy niggas been givin' me
[00:41.299]I'm on my own shit
[00:42.609]Tell my b***h to quit trippin', she hate when we argue
[00:44.797]I tell her act like my old b***h
[00:46.576]Pop two ten's, I'm on my zone, niggas keep callin' and callin'
[00:49.811]Y'all ain't tryna talk about shit, I can't answer the phone
[00:52.053]My b***h don't understand that I be thinkin' that
[00:54.520]I'm doin' right When I'm doin' her wrong
[00:56.250]I was never taught and you gotta understand
[00:58.480]Niggas be focused on b*****s and rubbers
[01:00.317]And never even popped a rubber band
[01:02.062]We gon' bully the bully 'Cause I need respect where I step
[01:04.278]You try play with my top, that's a bet
[01:05.940]We got hoes on the section and young niggas throwin' up sets
[01:08.183]B***h, I don't reach for my chain, that's a threat
[01:09.852]I guess money make broke niggas hate you
[01:11.230]I heard that I'm beefing with niggas that I ain't even met
[01:13.687]Hit up her phone when I'm horny, she know what I'm on
[01:16.084]'Cause she on same thing, ho, come give me some neck
[01:18.014]I'm with some dope dealers and some cold killers
[01:20.172]You try play, then they get out they body
[01:22.122]I can not go with her, she a gold digger
[01:24.287]Kick her out, make her wait in the lobby
[01:26.308]I-I-I want all my brothers to have more than me
[01:30.766]I remember her adorin' me, but I decline all her calls
[01:34.370]So she got bored of me, I call her a throwaway
[01:36.602]Roll up Runtz in the 'Wood, then I blow away
[01:38.509]Stare at the ceilin', get lost in my thoughts
[01:40.255]I don't think that this feelin' gon' go away
[01:41.850]When it feel like you need to be heard
[01:43.543]But you know that nobody hear you
[01:45.357]And it feel out your body to talk somebody
[01:47.410]So you don't even want people near you
[01:49.310]I only know 'cause I been through it
[01:51.104]But these niggas still tryna play like I'm stupid
[01:53.345]Ain't no cap inside my rap, that's prolly why they love my music
[01:57.110]We gon' bully the bully 'Cause I need respect where I step
[01:58.941]You try play with my top, that's a bet
[02:00.821]We got hoes on the section and young niggas throwin' up sets
[02:03.233]B***h, I don't reach for my chain, that's a threat
[02:04.932]I guess money make broke niggas hate you
[02:06.363]I heard that I'm beefing with niggas that I ain't even met
[02:08.827]Hit up her phone when I'm horny, she know what I'm on
[02:11.127]'Cause she on same thing, ho, come give me some neck

作词 : Dylan Berg/Lukas Benjamin Leth/Ryan O'Neill/Kamron Ford/Samuel Martin Dimits
作曲 : Dylan Berg/Lukas Benjamin Leth/Ryan O'Neill/Kamron Ford/Samuel Martin Dimits
Oh, yeah, Sam, that right here go hard
"Iceberg want a bag, b***h"
My brodie say he ain't coppin' no plea
He ain't livin' for shit, so he feelin' like **** it
My niggas know that trap finna make us some money
I swear that my big brother love it
Packed the big body, we hop out the G Wagon thuggin'
Everybody with me clutchin'
Everybody who said I wouldn't be shit
Y'all the reason I learned about bluffin'
'Cause these niggas cap, for real
Yo' dog will fed you, then do some shit behind your back, for real
It was time I feel like I wouldn't make it
Man, I don't think 'bout goin' back, for real
I ain't been feelin' the energy niggas been givin' me
I'm on my own shit
Tell my b***h to quit trippin', she hate when we argue
I tell her act like my old b***h
Pop two ten's, I'm on my zone, niggas keep callin' and callin'
Y'all ain't tryna talk about shit, I can't answer the phone
My b***h don't understand that I be thinkin' that
I'm doin' right When I'm doin' her wrong
I was never taught and you gotta understand
Niggas be focused on b*****s and rubbers
And never even popped a rubber band
We gon' bully the bully 'Cause I need respect where I step
You try play with my top, that's a bet
We got hoes on the section and young niggas throwin' up sets
B***h, I don't reach for my chain, that's a threat
I guess money make broke niggas hate you
I heard that I'm beefing with niggas that I ain't even met
Hit up her phone when I'm horny, she know what I'm on
'Cause she on same thing, ho, come give me some neck
I'm with some dope dealers and some cold killers
You try play, then they get out they body
I can not go with her, she a gold digger
Kick her out, make her wait in the lobby
I-I-I want all my brothers to have more than me
I remember her adorin' me, but I decline all her calls
So she got bored of me, I call her a throwaway
Roll up Runtz in the 'Wood, then I blow away
Stare at the ceilin', get lost in my thoughts
I don't think that this feelin' gon' go away
When it feel like you need to be heard
But you know that nobody hear you
And it feel out your body to talk somebody
So you don't even want people near you
I only know 'cause I been through it
But these niggas still tryna play like I'm stupid
Ain't no cap inside my rap, that's prolly why they love my music
We gon' bully the bully 'Cause I need respect where I step
You try play with my top, that's a bet
We got hoes on the section and young niggas throwin' up sets
B***h, I don't reach for my chain, that's a threat
I guess money make broke niggas hate you
I heard that I'm beefing with niggas that I ain't even met
Hit up her phone when I'm horny, she know what I'm on
'Cause she on same thing, ho, come give me some neck