[00:00.000] 作曲 : Aristos Petrou/Scott Arceneaux Jr.
[00:00.475][Intro: Wetto]
[00:00.754]You die, mother****er (Players never die)
[00:02.355]**** that, I don't need that shit in my life (You did good, $lick)
[00:04.776]**** that, I don't need that shit in my life (It's a smash)
[00:09.333]**** that, I don't need that shit in my life
[00:13.072]You die, mother****er
[00:14.435]**** that, I don't need that shit in my life
[00:18.205]**** that, I don't need that shit in my life
[00:21.686]**** that, I don't need that shit in my life
[00:25.690]You die, mother****er (Ayy, yeah, ayy, ayy)
[00:27.294][Verse 1: Blanco Leopardo]
[00:27.561]B***h, I'm poppin' sticks like I'm Nick Cannon
[00:29.697]Smash her like I'm Ganondorf
[00:31.028]All my homies stuntin', we all ballin' like we manage sports
[00:33.714]****boy on my d**k, wants a pic Go 'head and tag the dork
[00:36.956]Miss me with that bullshit, yeah, I shoulda been a matador
[00:40.181]Slap a whore, choke a b***h, man, I think I broke her hip
[00:43.119]F-F-**** her 'til she soaked in piss, I plan to make a note of it
[00:46.311]Blanco always faded likе a mother****in' poke n' stick
[00:49.260]Ready to snatch a soul, sеal ya fate up with a frozen kiss
[00:52.486]I'm smoking bliss, turn a ****boy into mist
[00:54.879]Scratch a name off of my list and add another just for kicks
[00:57.820]Open slit up on my wrist, yeah, I think they get the gist
[01:01.056]Tighten up my ****in fist, Blanco never ****in' miss
[01:04.039]Spit out the drip, don't want crystals in my stomach
[01:07.011]All these crystals on my b***h
[01:08.380]Align her chakras while we ****in', rearranging all her plumbing
[01:11.358]All these suckas think they stuntin' but they really just lame
[01:14.324]Spittin' out flames, b***h, I bang Grey
[01:16.720]*59 'til the day I die, my tear ducts all dried
[01:20.168]I-I-I fear I don't know why I feel so normal when I'm high
[01:23.095]All these voices in my head, I can't tell which one is the lie
[01:26.045]Always bring the storm, yeah Blanco blackin' out the sky
[01:29.230][Break: Wetto]
[01:29.765]**** that, I don't need that shit in my life
[01:33.260]You die, mother****er (Wetto)
[01:35.141][Verse 2: Wetto]
[01:35.677]Give it how these haters want it, break a b***h up on it
[01:38.637]Yung Slick walking coma, as I smoke the *********
[01:41.584]It's Yung North, make the bass shake, tell a b***h wait
[01:44.809]Diamonds shine as I flip it, ship it, make the weight skate
[01:47.772]I been wrist whippin', flockin' chickens when I slide pimpin'
[01:50.976]Glock grippin', p-p-pop a clip in have your mind spinning
[01:54.227]Spine bending, bloody linens in your mom kitchen
[01:57.462]Crime ridden, hood I'm from ain't got no prime lending
[02:00.413]Slicky flame sizzle, rollin' with a tank missile
[02:03.643]Tell a hoe to hit them knees and let me **** her brain tissue
[02:06.871]I'm poppin' 30s, seein' blurry, still, I can't miss you
[02:09.820]Pop the stick and blow the clip, kill everyone that came with you
[02:12.780]Same issues, playin' Russian Roulette with revolvers
[02:16.009]I go gung ho with that drum roll like I'm Travis Barker
[02:19.237]Last offer, hear the Devil talkin' to me often
[02:22.198]**** a coffin, when I die, just burn me in a foreign
[02:25.414]Wetto Chris Walken, haunted like the deer hunter
[02:28.361]You a larp with no heart, just tuck head under
[02:31.556]You a fed, you a cop, you a real uncer
[02:34.799]Scarface Wetto with that metal, let that steel rumble
[02:38.009][Outro]
[02:38.537]**** that, I don't need that shit in my life
[02:41.517]**** that, I don't need that shit in my life
[02:44.510]**** that, I don't need that shit in my life
[02:47.481]You die, mother****er
[02:49.084]**** that

作曲 : Aristos Petrou/Scott Arceneaux Jr.
You die, mother****er (Players never die)
**** that, I don't need that shit in my life (You did good, $lick)
**** that, I don't need that shit in my life (It's a smash)
**** that, I don't need that shit in my life
You die, mother****er
**** that, I don't need that shit in my life
**** that, I don't need that shit in my life
**** that, I don't need that shit in my life
You die, mother****er (Ayy, yeah, ayy, ayy)
B***h, I'm poppin' sticks like I'm Nick Cannon
Smash her like I'm Ganondorf
All my homies stuntin', we all ballin' like we manage sports
****boy on my d**k, wants a pic Go 'head and tag the dork
Miss me with that bullshit, yeah, I shoulda been a matador
Slap a whore, choke a b***h, man, I think I broke her hip
F-F-**** her 'til she soaked in piss, I plan to make a note of it
Blanco always faded likе a mother****in' poke n' stick
Ready to snatch a soul, sеal ya fate up with a frozen kiss
I'm smoking bliss, turn a ****boy into mist
Scratch a name off of my list and add another just for kicks
Open slit up on my wrist, yeah, I think they get the gist
Tighten up my ****in fist, Blanco never ****in' miss
Spit out the drip, don't want crystals in my stomach
All these crystals on my b***h
Align her chakras while we ****in', rearranging all her plumbing
All these suckas think they stuntin' but they really just lame
Spittin' out flames, b***h, I bang Grey
*59 'til the day I die, my tear ducts all dried
I-I-I fear I don't know why I feel so normal when I'm high
All these voices in my head, I can't tell which one is the lie
Always bring the storm, yeah Blanco blackin' out the sky
**** that, I don't need that shit in my life
You die, mother****er (Wetto)
Give it how these haters want it, break a b***h up on it
Yung Slick walking coma, as I smoke the *********
It's Yung North, make the bass shake, tell a b***h wait
Diamonds shine as I flip it, ship it, make the weight skate
I been wrist whippin', flockin' chickens when I slide pimpin'
Glock grippin', p-p-pop a clip in have your mind spinning
Spine bending, bloody linens in your mom kitchen
Crime ridden, hood I'm from ain't got no prime lending
Slicky flame sizzle, rollin' with a tank missile
Tell a hoe to hit them knees and let me **** her brain tissue
I'm poppin' 30s, seein' blurry, still, I can't miss you
Pop the stick and blow the clip, kill everyone that came with you
Same issues, playin' Russian Roulette with revolvers
I go gung ho with that drum roll like I'm Travis Barker
Last offer, hear the Devil talkin' to me often
**** a coffin, when I die, just burn me in a foreign
Wetto Chris Walken, haunted like the deer hunter
You a larp with no heart, just tuck head under
You a fed, you a cop, you a real uncer
Scarface Wetto with that metal, let that steel rumble
**** that, I don't need that shit in my life
**** that, I don't need that shit in my life
**** that, I don't need that shit in my life
You die, mother****er
**** that