[00:00.000] 作词 : Elijah Gull/Lontrell Williams/Nile Bey/Radric Davis
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Elijah Gull/Lontrell Williams/Nile Bey/Radric Davis
[00:05.487] (Nile, I hear you)
[00:11.182] (Run that back Playboi)
[00:12.411]
[00:12.422] shit get ugly, ayy, everybody with me thugging
[00:15.572] Keep that pistol out, no regular clips, it's loud, you know we clutching
[00:18.773] I stand formal with my gang and ain't no nigga gon' do nothing
[00:21.861] Snuck in the club with a ten-millimeter regular clip a dozen
[00:25.197] Ayy, and this Gucci backpack filled with racks, try something, I press that button
[00:28.437] I break that automatic folding chop out my Louis V luggage
[00:32.015]Still got respect for all the old hoes rode my dick when I was nothing
[00:34.970]Got some money now I'm ****ing twin sisters, mamas, cousins
[00:38.131]
[00:38.141] Ayy SRT beat up the streets, do do****, I be bugging
[00:41.675] Hydro shots up in the clip, he live then he lucky
[00:44.889] AK with the stock, the knife look like it came from Chucky
[00:47.821] Beef like Jason with thе mask off, you play, this shit get ugly
[00:51.005] My clip get emptiеd every shootout, ain't a time that I won't bust it
[00:54.171] 'Fore a nigga T-shirt me, it's breaking news and I'm the suspect
[00:57.330] Put your face on Fox 13 now that R.I.P. from the public
[01:00.642] I make sure you straight for life, just send the drops if you love me
[01:04.271] Glizzy with the stock hold a fifty and thirty clip
[01:07.068] We throw ones up in the air, raining on bitches while they strip
[01:10.112] Think 'bout your folks over there, 'fore you play everybody gon' get killed
[01:13.459] This shit get ugly, you see all black, hopping out letting it rip
[01:16.647]
[01:16.834] shit get ugly, ayy, everybody with me thugging
[01:19.965] Keep that pistol out, no regular clips, it's loud, you know we clutching
[01:23.096] I stand formal with my gang and ain't no nigga gon' do nothing
[01:26.335] Snuck in the club with a ten-millimeter regular clip a dozen
[01:29.512] Ayy, and this Gucci backpack filled with racks, try something, I press that button
[01:32.782] I break that automatic folding chop out my Louis V luggage
[01:36.018]Still got respect for all the old hoes rode my dick when I was nothing
[01:39.141]Got some money now I'm ****ing twin sisters, mamas, cousins
[01:42.237]
[01:42.855] I just Louisville slugged that lil' boy like I'm from Kentucky
[01:45.624] The chopper knocked him out his shoes and now that bitch on crutches
[01:49.347] We don't call police, get in the streets and get our justice
[01:52.081] Don't get past ugly, play with me, that shit gon' get disgusting
[01:55.764] My young nigga s lay on you today muddy and musty
[01:58.986] It be fun and games 'til your clip run and ain't getting busted
[02:02.206] I don't trust nobody like my strap, that's where my trust is
[02:05.369] It ain't that much love left in my heart, I can't adjust it
[02:08.596] I been stacking rackades in the attics, they getting dusty
[02:11.836] And I been shooting since sixteen, I got good aim, I ain't rusty
[02:15.074] People say I'm shiesty just like Pooh, they scared to trust me
[02:18.223] Like Training Day, get done like Denzel got done by them Russians
[02:21.041]
[02:21.058] shit get ugly, ayy, everybody with me thugging
[02:24.180] Keep that pistol out, no regular clips, it's loud, you know we clutching
[02:27.480] I stand formal with my gang and ain't no nigga gon' do nothing
[02:30.638] Snuck in the club with a ten-millimeter regular clip a dozen
[02:33.883] Ayy, and this Gucci backpack filled with racks, try something, I press that button
[02:37.372] I break that automatic folding chop out my Louis V luggage
[02:40.373]Still got respect for all the old hoes rode my dick when I was nothing
[02:43.622]Got some money now I'm ****ing twin sisters, mamas, cousins

作词 : Elijah Gull/Lontrell Williams/Nile Bey/Radric Davis
作曲 : Elijah Gull/Lontrell Williams/Nile Bey/Radric Davis
(Nile, I hear you)
(Run that back Playboi)
shit get ugly, ayy, everybody with me thugging
Keep that pistol out, no regular clips, it's loud, you know we clutching
I stand formal with my gang and ain't no nigga gon' do nothing
Snuck in the club with a ten-millimeter regular clip a dozen
Ayy, and this Gucci backpack filled with racks, try something, I press that button
I break that automatic folding chop out my Louis V luggage
Still got respect for all the old hoes rode my dick when I was nothing
Got some money now I'm ****ing twin sisters, mamas, cousins
Ayy SRT beat up the streets, do do****, I be bugging
Hydro shots up in the clip, he live then he lucky
AK with the stock, the knife look like it came from Chucky
Beef like Jason with thе mask off, you play, this shit get ugly
My clip get emptiеd every shootout, ain't a time that I won't bust it
'Fore a nigga T-shirt me, it's breaking news and I'm the suspect
Put your face on Fox 13 now that R.I.P. from the public
I make sure you straight for life, just send the drops if you love me
Glizzy with the stock hold a fifty and thirty clip
We throw ones up in the air, raining on bitches while they strip
Think 'bout your folks over there, 'fore you play everybody gon' get killed
This shit get ugly, you see all black, hopping out letting it rip
shit get ugly, ayy, everybody with me thugging
Keep that pistol out, no regular clips, it's loud, you know we clutching
I stand formal with my gang and ain't no nigga gon' do nothing
Snuck in the club with a ten-millimeter regular clip a dozen
Ayy, and this Gucci backpack filled with racks, try something, I press that button
I break that automatic folding chop out my Louis V luggage
Still got respect for all the old hoes rode my dick when I was nothing
Got some money now I'm ****ing twin sisters, mamas, cousins
I just Louisville slugged that lil' boy like I'm from Kentucky
The chopper knocked him out his shoes and now that bitch on crutches
We don't call police, get in the streets and get our justice
Don't get past ugly, play with me, that shit gon' get disgusting
My young nigga s lay on you today muddy and musty
It be fun and games 'til your clip run and ain't getting busted
I don't trust nobody like my strap, that's where my trust is
It ain't that much love left in my heart, I can't adjust it
I been stacking rackades in the attics, they getting dusty
And I been shooting since sixteen, I got good aim, I ain't rusty
People say I'm shiesty just like Pooh, they scared to trust me
Like Training Day, get done like Denzel got done by them Russians
shit get ugly, ayy, everybody with me thugging
Keep that pistol out, no regular clips, it's loud, you know we clutching
I stand formal with my gang and ain't no nigga gon' do nothing
Snuck in the club with a ten-millimeter regular clip a dozen
Ayy, and this Gucci backpack filled with racks, try something, I press that button
I break that automatic folding chop out my Louis V luggage
Still got respect for all the old hoes rode my dick when I was nothing
Got some money now I'm ****ing twin sisters, mamas, cousins