[00:00.000] 作曲 : Scott Arceneaux Jr/Aristos Petrou
[00:13.263]Two strikes, turn that nigga to a sacrifice
[00:15.922] Slash and gut the gar, ash the blunt and park, roll the window down and ask the price
[00:19.149] I've always hated flashing lights
[00:20.751] I'd rather grab the mask and knife
[00:22.443]Snag the cash in spite the fact I smashed your b***h for asking nice
[00:25.642] I'm passing pipes and glass and spikes
[00:27.486] I bag the ice, ignite the rags in gasoline
[00:29.729] One strike of the match and now we talking thrice
[00:31.737] Three strikes
[00:33.041] I might forget the events of tonight
[00:35.307] Ruby all bite, leave 'em bleeding
[00:37.818] Leave the scene and say goodnight
[00:39.198]
[00:44.307]If we got business, b***h, let me know
[00:47.445] Everybody know my rep since 1994
[00:50.588]I don't swing high if I got that nine, nigga in Calvin Klein
[00:54.527]Blunts borderline, **** it, still smoke it anyway
[00:57.647] I be that suicidal worshipped idol
[00:59.889] Filled up with that medication
[01:01.462] Burning bibles, grab your child
[01:02.870] Chopper style a generation
[01:04.660] Reading revelations got me thinking
[01:06.888]Been ready to die but I ain't got no ****ing patience
[01:10.366] You feel me
[01:11.692]
[01:16.436] Waking up, dirty sodas get poured in
[01:19.263] I had some blues, but I sold 'em
[01:21.236] Keep K's and Glocks but they stolen
[01:22.730] I might just flip 'em and profit
[01:24.216] Makinh more off licks, run your pockets
[01:26.108] My OG's poppin a rocket
[01:27.332] I pray to God they free Gozm
[01:29.288] But God don't hear me, these prophets
[01:31.040] Is all too false so I'm mobbing
[01:32.596] If you can't get 'em, I got 'em
[01:34.069] Pull up and handle the problem
[01:35.737] Squeeze three, hear it move through he breeze
[01:37.151] Now you standing bloody, can't breathe
[01:38.828] Got goonies who gone off that tweak
[01:40.500] Sip syrup and drank Hennessy
[01:42.144] That just be the truth through these streets
[01:43.845]

作曲 : Scott Arceneaux Jr/Aristos Petrou
Two strikes, turn that nigga to a sacrifice
Slash and gut the gar, ash the blunt and park, roll the window down and ask the price
I've always hated flashing lights
I'd rather grab the mask and knife
Snag the cash in spite the fact I smashed your b***h for asking nice
I'm passing pipes and glass and spikes
I bag the ice, ignite the rags in gasoline
One strike of the match and now we talking thrice
Three strikes
I might forget the events of tonight
Ruby all bite, leave 'em bleeding
Leave the scene and say goodnight
If we got business, b***h, let me know
Everybody know my rep since 1994
I don't swing high if I got that nine, nigga in Calvin Klein
Blunts borderline, **** it, still smoke it anyway
I be that suicidal worshipped idol
Filled up with that medication
Burning bibles, grab your child
Chopper style a generation
Reading revelations got me thinking
Been ready to die but I ain't got no ****ing patience
You feel me
Waking up, dirty sodas get poured in
I had some blues, but I sold 'em
Keep K's and Glocks but they stolen
I might just flip 'em and profit
Makinh more off licks, run your pockets
My OG's poppin a rocket
I pray to God they free Gozm
But God don't hear me, these prophets
Is all too false so I'm mobbing
If you can't get 'em, I got 'em
Pull up and handle the problem
Squeeze three, hear it move through he breeze
Now you standing bloody, can't breathe
Got goonies who gone off that tweak
Sip syrup and drank Hennessy
That just be the truth through these streets