[00:00.000] 作词 : Kendall Armstead
[00:00.269] 作曲 : Kendall Armstead
[00:00.538][Intro: Screwly G]
[00:01.339]Uh, uh, uh, uh-huh
[00:06.542](You aren't even a cool breeze for my man Taz)
[00:08.069]Uh, uh, uh, uh-huh
[00:10.025]Uh, uh, uh, uh-huh
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[00:11.443][Verse 1: Screwly G]
[00:12.552]Catch us a face and we bail out, drench (Grrah)
[00:14.603]Gunnin' him down, we yellin' out, "Go"
[00:16.091]Hittin' his head just to make sure he dead, when he fall on the ground, we gon' shoot at the floor (Grrah, grrah)
[00:19.240]Couldn't drop my window when they pulled on side, so **** that shit, I shot through the door (Phew, phew, phew, phew, phew)
[00:22.290]Last opp caught, he white chalked, **** that nigga, that nigga a ghost (Grrah)
[00:25.537]Roll up the opps, we smokin' Lil— shh, can't say his name, that's the one we smoked
[00:28.661]I don't like shootin' out the car (Grrah), I'ma swing my door, head taps, wе cuttin' his throat (Grrah, grrah)
[00:31.809]Wonder who sent my drop, when I find out who, I'ma kill 'еm for tryna backdoor
[00:34.969]I ain't just totin' these guns in pics, you can ask the opps, we up on the score
[00:38.152]Niggas was trollin' and cappin' online, caught him and clapped him, we made him a post
[00:41.317]Nigga had sent two shots through a window, slid that night tryna hope one loaf
[00:44.460]Just like some bread, we on his head, he finna be the next nigga we toast (Grrah)
[00:47.591]Niggas be thinkin' it's safe, he tryna gamble at night, we gon' kill him when he come out to bowl (Pew, pew)
[00:50.770]Came through the block while we was outside, couldn't up my blick, so I shot through the coat (Pew, pew, pew, pew)
[00:53.946]Opp lil' bitch wan' chew this dick, might set me up, but I still might go
[00:57.086]Slap me a bitch, asked where my blick, ain't feelin' the vibes, then that bitch gotta go
[01:00.209]I can't even **** in a room, gotta **** on a couch in the front while I'm watchin' the door
[01:03.400]Niggas be claimin' they shooters, ain't got no guns, gon' run when we come through blowin' (Phew, phew, phew)
[01:06.535]He tried to run, we chasin' him down, nigga, come here, where the **** is you goin'?
[01:09.761]9 a.m., still ain't caught a face, tryna bail out with Dracs and squeeze this mornin' (Grrah, grrah)
[01:12.947]First nigga lack, squeeze, he whacked, dumbass died, ain't sendin' no warnin'
[01:16.090]Okay, when we hit they block and bounced out on 'em, you already know I was the first one throwin' (You know that, come on)
[01:19.143]When it's time to slide, I'm so thirsty to jump in the V, I'm the first one goin' (Come on)
[01:22.434]Fresh off the hit, everybody sayin' the lil' nigga dead, but I'm already knowin' (Come on, you know that)
[01:25.589]Tryna tuck a Drac' in my pants, but I can't really do it 'cause the clip just keep on showin'
[01:28.711]Nigga, we comin' wherever, we spin any weather, we'll heat a nigga up while it's snowin' (You know that)
[01:31.878]Beat up his ride, we left his shit on the side of the road, now they gotta come tow it (Dumbass)
[01:34.946]Give me that gun, nigga, we went on a hit and your bitch ass ain't even blow it (Your bitch ass)
[01:38.116]A nigga just posted his Trackhawk Jeep, come back, it's missin', we the ones that stole it (Dumbass)
[01:41.228]I know a nigga got hit in the head, but he ain't dead, his shit so swollen (It's so big)
[01:44.621]Bitch, you could **** the opps, I don't care, them broke-ass niggas ain't got no motion
[01:47.649]He had a gun and died and ain't even left off a shot, that lil' nigga bogus (Bitch ass)
[01:50.788]Two of the opps just died, but that shit was back to back, so I ain't even notice (His dead ass)
[01:53.955]We caught his dumb ass out of bounds, what the **** is he doin'? We done clapped us a nigga on Lotus (Dumbass)
[01:57.078]He just got out of the 'spital, got shot up again, that nigga doin' too much loafin' (For real)
[02:00.272]Don't laugh on a post with none of the opps, niggas'll die for all that jokin' (Laughin')
[02:03.415]Hit his ass all in the neck, stand over his ass, I was laughin', the nigga was chokin' (For real)
[02:06.582]She made me nut off the head, I fell off the bed, no bap, this lil' bitch GOATed
[02:09.677]We got a pic of the lil' nigga dead, Screwly too hot, he keep tryna post it
[02:12.905]Stompin' the gas in a SRT, we jumpin' the curb, lil' bronem floatin'
[02:16.047]Say it's some bread on his head, we pullin' up right where he at, leave his lil' ass toasted
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[02:16.598][Outro: VonOff1700]
[02:19.340]We fryin' his ass, nigga (For real, nigga)
[02:21.356]Free my hood, nigga, **** your hood, nigga
[02:23.560]I'm still on the Ave where it's all good, nigga

作词 : Kendall Armstead
作曲 : Kendall Armstead
Uh, uh, uh, uh-huh
(You aren't even a cool breeze for my man Taz)
Uh, uh, uh, uh-huh
Uh, uh, uh, uh-huh

Catch us a face and we bail out, drench (Grrah)
Gunnin' him down, we yellin' out, "Go"
Hittin' his head just to make sure he dead, when he fall on the ground, we gon' shoot at the floor (Grrah, grrah)
Couldn't drop my window when they pulled on side, so **** that shit, I shot through the door (Phew, phew, phew, phew, phew)
Last opp caught, he white chalked, **** that nigga, that nigga a ghost (Grrah)
Roll up the opps, we smokin' Lil— shh, can't say his name, that's the one we smoked
I don't like shootin' out the car (Grrah), I'ma swing my door, head taps, wе cuttin' his throat (Grrah, grrah)
Wonder who sent my drop, when I find out who, I'ma kill 'еm for tryna backdoor
I ain't just totin' these guns in pics, you can ask the opps, we up on the score
Niggas was trollin' and cappin' online, caught him and clapped him, we made him a post
Nigga had sent two shots through a window, slid that night tryna hope one loaf
Just like some bread, we on his head, he finna be the next nigga we toast (Grrah)
Niggas be thinkin' it's safe, he tryna gamble at night, we gon' kill him when he come out to bowl (Pew, pew)
Came through the block while we was outside, couldn't up my blick, so I shot through the coat (Pew, pew, pew, pew)
Opp lil' bitch wan' chew this dick, might set me up, but I still might go
Slap me a bitch, asked where my blick, ain't feelin' the vibes, then that bitch gotta go
I can't even **** in a room, gotta **** on a couch in the front while I'm watchin' the door
Niggas be claimin' they shooters, ain't got no guns, gon' run when we come through blowin' (Phew, phew, phew)
He tried to run, we chasin' him down, nigga, come here, where the **** is you goin'?
9 a.m., still ain't caught a face, tryna bail out with Dracs and squeeze this mornin' (Grrah, grrah)
First nigga lack, squeeze, he whacked, dumbass died, ain't sendin' no warnin'
Okay, when we hit they block and bounced out on 'em, you already know I was the first one throwin' (You know that, come on)
When it's time to slide, I'm so thirsty to jump in the V, I'm the first one goin' (Come on)
Fresh off the hit, everybody sayin' the lil' nigga dead, but I'm already knowin' (Come on, you know that)
Tryna tuck a Drac' in my pants, but I can't really do it 'cause the clip just keep on showin'
Nigga, we comin' wherever, we spin any weather, we'll heat a nigga up while it's snowin' (You know that)
Beat up his ride, we left his shit on the side of the road, now they gotta come tow it (Dumbass)
Give me that gun, nigga, we went on a hit and your bitch ass ain't even blow it (Your bitch ass)
A nigga just posted his Trackhawk Jeep, come back, it's missin', we the ones that stole it (Dumbass)
I know a nigga got hit in the head, but he ain't dead, his shit so swollen (It's so big)
Bitch, you could **** the opps, I don't care, them broke-ass niggas ain't got no motion
He had a gun and died and ain't even left off a shot, that lil' nigga bogus (Bitch ass)
Two of the opps just died, but that shit was back to back, so I ain't even notice (His dead ass)
We caught his dumb ass out of bounds, what the **** is he doin'? We done clapped us a nigga on Lotus (Dumbass)
He just got out of the 'spital, got shot up again, that nigga doin' too much loafin' (For real)
Don't laugh on a post with none of the opps, niggas'll die for all that jokin' (Laughin')
Hit his ass all in the neck, stand over his ass, I was laughin', the nigga was chokin' (For real)
She made me nut off the head, I fell off the bed, no bap, this lil' bitch GOATed
We got a pic of the lil' nigga dead, Screwly too hot, he keep tryna post it
Stompin' the gas in a SRT, we jumpin' the curb, lil' bronem floatin'
Say it's some bread on his head, we pullin' up right where he at, leave his lil' ass toasted

We fryin' his ass, nigga (For real, nigga)
Free my hood, nigga, **** your hood, nigga
I'm still on the Ave where it's all good, nigga