[00:00.000] 作词 : Damian Michael Bryan
[00:00.594] 作曲 : Damian Michael Bryan
[00:01.189][Intro]
[00:01.431]I like slapping people and people like getting slapped
[00:05.937]Maybe we could be friends, sounds like a good deal
[00:09.689]We could meet up and just beat the absolute **** out of each other, sounds great!
[00:12.438]
[00:12.684][Verse 1]
[00:13.936]Lately stay lowkey, I do not cap no more
[00:16.937]But I'ma cap you if you showing at my street of course
[00:20.185]Dodging people in my city like a Matador
[00:23.691]I won't act like it'll be pretty, I been mad before
[00:27.186]See 'em coming through my rear view like you 'bout to floor
[00:30.439]But I got gas up in my pedal and I'm past that Porsche
[00:33.941]If you got beef you wanna settle, you'll get shred and torn
[00:37.440]I got that blade, it'll leave you spread all like a bastard born
[00:40.935]Yea, from a plastic corpse, you fake, faceless the way
[00:44.441]Take that name to my grave but I missed it like fate
[00:47.690]Know 1-7 the date when I filled up my plate
[00:51.185]With the pills from the doctor to take away the pain
[00:54.691]Since then nothing been plain, shit, I got demons to race
[00:57.943]And now I'm running my numbers and I been upping my pace
[01:01.441]Yea that gone run up my stake till I gone blow and create
[01:04.688]The existence I needed, bitch, there no freedom in chains
[01:07.941]I said
[01:08.440]
[01:08.694][Chorus]
[01:09.439]Boy, get up off my dick, you ain't seen shit
[01:11.935]Boy, ****ing with yo clique like it mean shit
[01:15.441]Boy, rolling up my sticks, you a fiend, bitch
[01:18.936]Boy, don't think you exist, you on defense
[01:19.689]
[01:20.189][Verse 2]
[01:22.442]Yo ego, finitio, them people be evil
[01:23.940]No see through, I de-tour to run around
[01:25.692]I don't want to put them underground
[01:27.434]Hollow tip, bullet, I gut you out
[01:29.187]You see what I mean, do our chi, don't be equal
[01:30.941]I frequent the freak show then **** around
[01:32.692]I got yo bitch in my dungeon now
[01:34.436]She got that dick by the dozen now
[01:35.946]I got that clique that gone buzz them pounds
[01:37.688]**** up the court, we go run them fouls
[01:39.440]She the main course, know I love that sound
[01:41.192]Crying my name when our love in doubt
[01:42.935]That kinda ****ed but I'm ****ed up as well
[01:44.687]Cancer being spreading inside in my cells
[01:46.441]Keeping it cold 'cause I know I bring hell
[01:47.939]Bitch I stay froze 'cause it keep it me well
[01:49.691]I said
[01:49.936]
[01:50.190][Chorus]
[01:50.690]Boy, get up off my dick, you ain't seen shit
[01:52.187]Boy, ****ing with yo clique like it mean shit
[01:56.693]Boy, rolling up my sticks, you a fiend, bitch
[02:00.187]Boy, don't think you exist, you on defense
[02:00.943]
[02:01.941][Outro]
[02:04.691]Get up off my shit you ain't seen shit, yuh

作词 : Damian Michael Bryan
作曲 : Damian Michael Bryan
I like slapping people and people like getting slapped
Maybe we could be friends, sounds like a good deal
We could meet up and just beat the absolute **** out of each other, sounds great!

Lately stay lowkey, I do not cap no more
But I'ma cap you if you showing at my street of course
Dodging people in my city like a Matador
I won't act like it'll be pretty, I been mad before
See 'em coming through my rear view like you 'bout to floor
But I got gas up in my pedal and I'm past that Porsche
If you got beef you wanna settle, you'll get shred and torn
I got that blade, it'll leave you spread all like a bastard born
Yea, from a plastic corpse, you fake, faceless the way
Take that name to my grave but I missed it like fate
Know 1-7 the date when I filled up my plate
With the pills from the doctor to take away the pain
Since then nothing been plain, shit, I got demons to race
And now I'm running my numbers and I been upping my pace
Yea that gone run up my stake till I gone blow and create
The existence I needed, bitch, there no freedom in chains
I said

Boy, get up off my dick, you ain't seen shit
Boy, ****ing with yo clique like it mean shit
Boy, rolling up my sticks, you a fiend, bitch
Boy, don't think you exist, you on defense

Yo ego, finitio, them people be evil
No see through, I de-tour to run around
I don't want to put them underground
Hollow tip, bullet, I gut you out
You see what I mean, do our chi, don't be equal
I frequent the freak show then **** around
I got yo bitch in my dungeon now
She got that dick by the dozen now
I got that clique that gone buzz them pounds
**** up the court, we go run them fouls
She the main course, know I love that sound
Crying my name when our love in doubt
That kinda ****ed but I'm ****ed up as well
Cancer being spreading inside in my cells
Keeping it cold 'cause I know I bring hell
Bitch I stay froze 'cause it keep it me well
I said

Boy, get up off my dick, you ain't seen shit
Boy, ****ing with yo clique like it mean shit
Boy, rolling up my sticks, you a fiend, bitch
Boy, don't think you exist, you on defense

Get up off my shit you ain't seen shit, yuh