[00:00.000] 作词 : Robert Thomas/Herbert Wright/Sheldon Shamar Gadson/Timofey Isaev/Georgiy Kravchenko/Malachi Kwayisi
[00:00.598] 作曲 : Robert Thomas/Herbert Wright/Sheldon Shamar Gadson/Timofey Isaev/Georgiy Kravchenko/Malachi Kwayisi
[00:01.197]Turn it up in the headphones
[00:03.453]Biggest in it man, real P pusher, bad ho ****er, real hat tapper, man
[00:07.671]Play dead, try, you dying, know what I'm sayin'?
[00:10.692]Uh, yeah, I'm still in the hood, buying stolen cars, ****, **** a Patek
[00:14.842]I'm duckin' that ho, and I'm duckin' that bitch, but I ain't never duck no static
[00:17.635]I done made five hundred thousand for this show, I spent an M on fashion
[00:20.563]I'm ****in' hoes and gettin' they head tapped 'bout that shit what's happening
[00:23.241]Money start that violence, I got munyun, they start wildin'
[00:25.630]Shit, they asked me what I'ma do about ol' dude, I drop a dollar, yeah
[00:28.993]All night in them hotties, he a goblin, tryna hurt somebody, yeah
[00:31.916]**** say they don't like when I talk shit, then do somethin' bout it, yeah
[00:34.771]All my jewelry Jack Frost, **** won't need to cut the lights on
[00:37.488]I take Perc' 'cause I don't smoke weed, but I take hydrocodone
[00:40.806]Swerv, **** we doing, ****? We in the Raq right now
[00:44.738]Biggest in it ****, private
[00:47.119]Two hundred for this man, **** a **** talkin' 'bout?
[00:49.155]Sixty thousand for the T, all GIA certified
[00:52.297]Aye, I'm ballin' right now, **** ya necks
[00:54.802]Reach for the shit on my neck, this bitch go vrrt out the vet
[00:57.729]Way before Maybachs and shit, I was hoppin' out the Lex
[01:00.526]Yo ho wish she could eat this dick up right now through a text
[01:03.435]Had a dream, me all my kids was countin' M's on a jet
[01:06.333]Woke up to a call 'bout a check for five I gotta go collect
[01:09.209]Big G, I ain't have no money at all, but I had respect
[01:12.069]That's why all my dogs'll die for me and they know I'll stretch somethin'
[01:14.955]Now I collect back ends, hop out the V when it's time to meet
[01:17.238]Remember 2010, I was like fifteen, we was walkin' up, killing **** down the street, uh
[01:20.291]Yeah, you want smoke, then show me, you a ho, don't bro me
[01:23.578]Ask the city, we getting shit smoked, ****, like a ****ing stoner
[01:26.481]Bro been on them pills for about four years, **** beat that ****in' monkey
[01:29.382]Bitch, I'm out the ville, and when shit get real, we with that, yeah, we 4 n'nem
[01:32.204]Hmm, we sell weed and coke here, hmm, murder one, you know this
[01:35.080]Hmm, breakin' the money down with the whole gang, ****, **** a Rolex, hmm
[01:38.327]I ain't on chill time since head tap, like yeah, on bro and them
[01:40.830]Hmm, I be takin' four pills at a time 'cause one don't get me loaded, hmm
[01:44.376]Fifty thousand in my jeans to get my point across
[01:46.888]I done spent 10K on some white T's and some Polo drawls
[01:49.827]**** ain't tryna be no gangsta, I'm tryna get shit chalked
[01:52.661]Go take the show money and put it in the streets and get ya bought, hmm
[01:55.533]I done made more plays then that wide receiver Randy Moss
[01:58.078]Hmm, **** at ya head like Spades, I'll pull ya card
[02:01.193]Cybertruck don't start, we sellin' green and hard
[02:04.161]We caught murder ones, I'm grateful they locked me up for fraud
[02:06.994]Cracked a **** dome, broad day, ain't never cracked a card
[02:09.346]Never
[02:09.971]Bought a pine of Ak on Earth, then I went back to Mars
[02:12.821]**** miss my brother name, he must be retarded
[02:15.748]Hollywood Walk of Fame, put him with the stars
[02:18.319]**** being rich, I'm with the elite, off goin' bar for bar
[02:21.359]Only got two hands, two feet, but got like five cars
[02:24.265]Freak at home, I'm making her moan like R&B
[02:26.508]Told her, "Bring a friend," she tweaked, real skin, I'm geeked, bitch, pardon me
[02:29.131]Like I lost a flash drive she leaked
[02:30.720]Pop outside, lets slide in the Jeep
[02:32.187]Old bitches keep sayin' how I'm a vibe, new shit on the line 'cause they dying to see
[02:35.097]Run through a big bag, yeah, in a week, two hundred G's, it's all blue cheese
[02:37.895]I don't even got my passport, **** with her tough, ain't trippin', I'll fly to Greece
[02:40.834]Couple of mill I put on the streets, my gang got jewelry, cribs, and fleets
[02:43.492]Them savages take ya plate to eat on, cap every **** we hate, deceased
[02:46.500]Jumped in that water, was waste deep, if I stay sober, I can't sleep
[02:49.264]I feel like the greatest, dead or alive, **** you top five, don't rate me, Swerv

作词 : Robert Thomas/Herbert Wright/Sheldon Shamar Gadson/Timofey Isaev/Georgiy Kravchenko/Malachi Kwayisi
作曲 : Robert Thomas/Herbert Wright/Sheldon Shamar Gadson/Timofey Isaev/Georgiy Kravchenko/Malachi Kwayisi
Turn it up in the headphones
Biggest in it man, real P pusher, bad ho ****er, real hat tapper, man
Play dead, try, you dying, know what I'm sayin'?
Uh, yeah, I'm still in the hood, buying stolen cars, ****, **** a Patek
I'm duckin' that ho, and I'm duckin' that bitch, but I ain't never duck no static
I done made five hundred thousand for this show, I spent an M on fashion
I'm ****in' hoes and gettin' they head tapped 'bout that shit what's happening
Money start that violence, I got munyun, they start wildin'
Shit, they asked me what I'ma do about ol' dude, I drop a dollar, yeah
All night in them hotties, he a goblin, tryna hurt somebody, yeah
**** say they don't like when I talk shit, then do somethin' bout it, yeah
All my jewelry Jack Frost, **** won't need to cut the lights on
I take Perc' 'cause I don't smoke weed, but I take hydrocodone
Swerv, **** we doing, ****? We in the Raq right now
Biggest in it ****, private
Two hundred for this man, **** a **** talkin' 'bout?
Sixty thousand for the T, all GIA certified
Aye, I'm ballin' right now, **** ya necks
Reach for the shit on my neck, this bitch go vrrt out the vet
Way before Maybachs and shit, I was hoppin' out the Lex
Yo ho wish she could eat this dick up right now through a text
Had a dream, me all my kids was countin' M's on a jet
Woke up to a call 'bout a check for five I gotta go collect
Big G, I ain't have no money at all, but I had respect
That's why all my dogs'll die for me and they know I'll stretch somethin'
Now I collect back ends, hop out the V when it's time to meet
Remember 2010, I was like fifteen, we was walkin' up, killing **** down the street, uh
Yeah, you want smoke, then show me, you a ho, don't bro me
Ask the city, we getting shit smoked, ****, like a ****ing stoner
Bro been on them pills for about four years, **** beat that ****in' monkey
Bitch, I'm out the ville, and when shit get real, we with that, yeah, we 4 n'nem
Hmm, we sell weed and coke here, hmm, murder one, you know this
Hmm, breakin' the money down with the whole gang, ****, **** a Rolex, hmm
I ain't on chill time since head tap, like yeah, on bro and them
Hmm, I be takin' four pills at a time 'cause one don't get me loaded, hmm
Fifty thousand in my jeans to get my point across
I done spent 10K on some white T's and some Polo drawls
**** ain't tryna be no gangsta, I'm tryna get shit chalked
Go take the show money and put it in the streets and get ya bought, hmm
I done made more plays then that wide receiver Randy Moss
Hmm, **** at ya head like Spades, I'll pull ya card
Cybertruck don't start, we sellin' green and hard
We caught murder ones, I'm grateful they locked me up for fraud
Cracked a **** dome, broad day, ain't never cracked a card
Never
Bought a pine of Ak on Earth, then I went back to Mars
**** miss my brother name, he must be retarded
Hollywood Walk of Fame, put him with the stars
**** being rich, I'm with the elite, off goin' bar for bar
Only got two hands, two feet, but got like five cars
Freak at home, I'm making her moan like R&B
Told her, "Bring a friend," she tweaked, real skin, I'm geeked, bitch, pardon me
Like I lost a flash drive she leaked
Pop outside, lets slide in the Jeep
Old bitches keep sayin' how I'm a vibe, new shit on the line 'cause they dying to see
Run through a big bag, yeah, in a week, two hundred G's, it's all blue cheese
I don't even got my passport, **** with her tough, ain't trippin', I'll fly to Greece
Couple of mill I put on the streets, my gang got jewelry, cribs, and fleets
Them savages take ya plate to eat on, cap every **** we hate, deceased
Jumped in that water, was waste deep, if I stay sober, I can't sleep
I feel like the greatest, dead or alive, **** you top five, don't rate me, Swerv