[00:00.00] 作词 : Dicaprio/Justin Bryant/John Welch
[00:00.33] 作曲 : Dicaprio/Justin Bryant/John Welch
[00:00.66]Fam, take me to where the bars is at
[00:04.61]Take me to the street where the bars is at
[00:08.41]J.I.D, DJ Drama, let's get it
[00:11.02]Ok, I'm mounted up (Huh)
[00:13.44]High off the ground, watch me count it up
[00:16.12]Cop me a pound, burn it down with us (Uh)
[00:19.41]Let's hit the town, is you down or nah?
[00:21.97]Look at me now, I done found me some
[00:25.07]Treasure inside the trash
[00:26.50]Sever my hands reaching through the metal and glass
[00:28.95]It's been a blast, feel the magic in the madness
[00:31.53]Give me your hands
[00:32.27]Give me passion, anything that could equal some satisfaction
[00:35.40]Looking for love at the end of this Hen bottle
[00:38.32]Looking for pub', let me pen your next album
[00:41.24]Call from above, tell me J.I.D you been allowed to point it
[00:44.90]Remerged, kicking lyrics in the South, no issue
[00:47.86]Wipe that drizzle of your mouth, it's time to wake up the house
[00:50.85]Y'all b*****s been playing Skins vs. Blouses
[00:53.26]I'mma keep my shirt on until some hoes come out
[00:55.94]Always keep your word, homie, I don't know nothing else
[00:58.95]I'm your father, go get a switch or a belt
[01:01.07]Interrupting my method, in here making this velvet
[01:04.24]Grab my shit and do a thrust with my pelvis
[01:06.50]My shoes suede, but don't **** with no Elvis
[01:08.66]I'm from the era of real shit, kill-or-be-killed shit
[01:11.81]Kill-or-be real quick, float like butterfly
[01:13.77]Sting like killer bee, flow worth kilograms
[01:15.92]You b*****s killin’ me thinkin’ you ill as me
[01:18.27]What's shit to an enema, enemy?
[01:20.27]Anyone, get at me, I'm the epitome
[01:22.45]****, hey, I'm mounted up (Huh)
[01:24.59]High off the ground, watch me count it up (Look)
[01:27.74]Cop me a pound, burn it down with us (Uh)
[01:30.70]Let's hit the town, is you down or nah? (Yeah)
[01:33.70]Look at me now I done found me a
[01:36.19]Method to all the madness
[01:37.85]Checkin' my back, checkin' my hands
[01:39.70]Checkin' the cash, and checkin' and balancin'
[01:41.88]Hard work, callouses
[01:43.24]Gripping the challenge by the cabbage
[01:45.08]And I'm blackin' 'till it's no longer a factor
[01:47.59]Murder the-murder the game, kill it
[01:48.46]Metaphysical living, deranged vision
[01:49.64]Not a typical picture, the same limit
[01:51.23]But I'm limited edition, I change prisms
[01:52.81]Am I trippin', a b***h be trippin'
[01:54.16]I'm feelin' like most of you b*****s be slippin'
[01:55.50]Giving you tips and a b***h just went with it flippant
[01:57.05]Not sayin' you stupid, but hella reminiscent
[01:59.17]'Nother them stupid b*****s, what they do to b*****s
[02:00.49]Kill or shoot a b***h (Die!)
[02:01.47]Then recruit a b***h, boot or suit a b***h
[02:03.36]Send em to the other side
[02:04.21]Is you gon' buckle up for the ride?
[02:05.69]B*****s is ****ing tough till its buckin' time
[02:07.18]Bet they b***h up, better buckle down
[02:09.04]Cause I'm coming up b***h, hella mounted
[02:10.80]Know my name cross hella counties
[02:12.32](Hey J.I.D, hey) What's up shawty?
[02:13.81]Been around the world, ooh yeah
[02:15.12]Let me tell you 'bout it
[02:15.96]Keep your shit cool, melancholy
[02:17.35]Keep your tool, b***h, met a baller
[02:18.79]Get some money, b*****s jealous
[02:20.16]So him and his fellas come deliver hella bodies
[02:21.74]Post robberies, another dead b***h no problem
[02:24.02]You happy 'cause we doin' your job
[02:25.30]I'm pulling everybody's hole card
[02:26.91]I never play with le boy toys
[02:28.36]I was busy inside of laboratories
[02:29.87]Lookin' out the window like a labrador
[02:31.34]To the bullshit I'm a matador
[02:32.74]In the pulpit like God's son, not a daddy's boy
[02:35.15]Cornered boar, carnivore, ready for any war
[02:37.54]Send 'em forward, fifty more, plenty more
[02:39.15]Gimme more, see me Lord
[02:40.31]After me, no before he became
[02:42.18]See me boy, see these boys all need CPR
[02:44.02]To be remorse
[02:44.77]For these meteors, it's just me recording
[02:48.17]Hahaha
[02:50.02]Dicaprio 2 (Gangster gangster)
[02:54.07]Suckers

作词 : Dicaprio/Justin Bryant/John Welch
作曲 : Dicaprio/Justin Bryant/John Welch
Fam, take me to where the bars is at
Take me to the street where the bars is at
J.I.D, DJ Drama, let's get it
Ok, I'm mounted up (Huh)
High off the ground, watch me count it up
Cop me a pound, burn it down with us (Uh)
Let's hit the town, is you down or nah?
Look at me now, I done found me some
Treasure inside the trash
Sever my hands reaching through the metal and glass
It's been a blast, feel the magic in the madness
Give me your hands
Give me passion, anything that could equal some satisfaction
Looking for love at the end of this Hen bottle
Looking for pub', let me pen your next album
Call from above, tell me J.I.D you been allowed to point it
Remerged, kicking lyrics in the South, no issue
Wipe that drizzle of your mouth, it's time to wake up the house
Y'all b*****s been playing Skins vs. Blouses
I'mma keep my shirt on until some hoes come out
Always keep your word, homie, I don't know nothing else
I'm your father, go get a switch or a belt
Interrupting my method, in here making this velvet
Grab my shit and do a thrust with my pelvis
My shoes suede, but don't **** with no Elvis
I'm from the era of real shit, kill-or-be-killed shit
Kill-or-be real quick, float like butterfly
Sting like killer bee, flow worth kilograms
You b*****s killin’ me thinkin’ you ill as me
What's shit to an enema, enemy?
Anyone, get at me, I'm the epitome
****, hey, I'm mounted up (Huh)
High off the ground, watch me count it up (Look)
Cop me a pound, burn it down with us (Uh)
Let's hit the town, is you down or nah? (Yeah)
Look at me now I done found me a
Method to all the madness
Checkin' my back, checkin' my hands
Checkin' the cash, and checkin' and balancin'
Hard work, callouses
Gripping the challenge by the cabbage
And I'm blackin' 'till it's no longer a factor
Murder the-murder the game, kill it
Metaphysical living, deranged vision
Not a typical picture, the same limit
But I'm limited edition, I change prisms
Am I trippin', a b***h be trippin'
I'm feelin' like most of you b*****s be slippin'
Giving you tips and a b***h just went with it flippant
Not sayin' you stupid, but hella reminiscent
'Nother them stupid b*****s, what they do to b*****s
Kill or shoot a b***h (Die!)
Then recruit a b***h, boot or suit a b***h
Send em to the other side
Is you gon' buckle up for the ride?
B*****s is ****ing tough till its buckin' time
Bet they b***h up, better buckle down
Cause I'm coming up b***h, hella mounted
Know my name cross hella counties
(Hey J.I.D, hey) What's up shawty?
Been around the world, ooh yeah
Let me tell you 'bout it
Keep your shit cool, melancholy
Keep your tool, b***h, met a baller
Get some money, b*****s jealous
So him and his fellas come deliver hella bodies
Post robberies, another dead b***h no problem
You happy 'cause we doin' your job
I'm pulling everybody's hole card
I never play with le boy toys
I was busy inside of laboratories
Lookin' out the window like a labrador
To the bullshit I'm a matador
In the pulpit like God's son, not a daddy's boy
Cornered boar, carnivore, ready for any war
Send 'em forward, fifty more, plenty more
Gimme more, see me Lord
After me, no before he became
See me boy, see these boys all need CPR
To be remorse
For these meteors, it's just me recording
Hahaha
Dicaprio 2 (Gangster gangster)
Suckers