[00:00.000] 作词 : Michael Lamar White II/Igor Mamet/Peter Jideonwo/Andreas Cristian Matura
[00:00.000] 作曲 : Michael Lamar White II/Igor Mamet/Peter Jideonwo/Andreas Cristian Matura
[00:00.000] [Intro]
[00:00.997] (I'm shy, oh my God)
[00:19.710] Ha (Phew)
[00:24.469] Yeah, yeah
[00:24.963]
[00:25.217] [Verse]
[00:25.456]Niggas wanna be my kin, bitch, you not my folks (Phew)
[00:29.961]Ride around town in a Benz, put that bitch on spokes (Phew)
[00:32.956]Spent eight mil' on the crib, bought that bitch with a moat (Phew)
[00:36.210] *****, I just got rich, let's have a Goddamn toast (Phew)
[00:38.958] Step on a nigga in Ricks, got on a cranberry coat (Phew)
[00:42.709]Yeah, it's me and my ho', snake eyes, bitch, like I'm G.I. Joe (Phew)
[00:45.720]Baby, sit back, just smoke my shit, go get your brother, I heard that he croak
[00:49.208] Put that on your mother, I know y'all hoes (Phew), still gotta stick to the code (Phew)
[00:52.715] Boy, I get in that mode, don't play with me, boy, this shit ain't for show
[00:55.956] 88-Keys, no piano, gotta get it how you live, that's my MO
[00:58.706] Yeah, she want the whole thing, not the demo
[01:02.461] Pull in through a tunnel in my Maybach limo'
[01:05.960] Yeah, she want double trouble, that's akimbo
[01:08.976] Whip her head back and forth, not no Willow
[01:12.473] Get that nigga off that horse, feel like Django
[01:15.960] Sendin' shots everywhere, I feel like Rambo
[01:18.959]Call of Duty, bitch, pull up with commandos
[01:22.213] I might buy a yacht, feel like Jack Sparrow
[01:25.457] Posted in the field like a damn scarecrow
[01:28.972] And my brother sellin' white like some ashy elbows
[01:32.458] Shawty what's ya' name? Put you in Chanel, ho'
[01:35.721] I ain't even at the beach but I could send some shells, ho'
[01:38.459] Gotta get the all-black Ricks, shell-toes
[01:41.710] Keep all of that gangster shit up off the cell phone
[01:45.221] My brother in the ho we can't talk off the jail phone
[01:48.212] With my brothers in the streets, man, I feel like Elmo
[01:51.705] Sending all the shots and I got all the ammo
[01:55.211] Got this shit lit like a damn candle
[01:58.220] Pop a nigga's top like a damn canned good
[02:02.226] Chrome Heart shades look like some Ray-Bans, yeah
[02:04.970] Red car, red bag, feel like Santa
[02:08.723]Red bandana, here to **** your plans up
[02:11.710] What's up in your head? You want some smoke? Some cancer
[02:15.223]Bitch, get your bands up, ****ing in the Fanta
[02:18.210] Pull them poles on you niggas, turn you into dancers
[02:21.706] Yeah, AK-47 with a damn banana
[02:24.712]Turn a bitch block into a damn bonanza
[02:28.706] I got white like Hannah, proud of me like Tana
[02:31.470] They got peach at they crib like they in Alabama
[02:34.725] Sippin' 1942 mixed with Tropicana
[02:38.217] Pour a four, "Skadoosh," Kung Fu Panda
[02:41.456] With the gangsters and the robbers chilling in Atlanta
[02:44.712]Feds hit the trap, throw the mother****ers in the blammer
[02:47.961] I'm on Magnolia, cops putting me in handcuffs
[02:50.976] [Outro]
[02:51.220] Woo, woo, woo (Bosley), 800 gang
[02:57.721]1400 (Bah), Big 14 (Bah), know what the **** going on (Bah, bah)
[03:01.218] Gang, gang (I'm shy, oh my God)

作词 : Michael Lamar White II/Igor Mamet/Peter Jideonwo/Andreas Cristian Matura
作曲 : Michael Lamar White II/Igor Mamet/Peter Jideonwo/Andreas Cristian Matura

(I'm shy, oh my God)
Ha (Phew)
Yeah, yeah

Niggas wanna be my kin, bitch, you not my folks (Phew)
Ride around town in a Benz, put that bitch on spokes (Phew)
Spent eight mil' on the crib, bought that bitch with a moat (Phew)
*****, I just got rich, let's have a Goddamn toast (Phew)
Step on a nigga in Ricks, got on a cranberry coat (Phew)
Yeah, it's me and my ho', snake eyes, bitch, like I'm G.I. Joe (Phew)
Baby, sit back, just smoke my shit, go get your brother, I heard that he croak
Put that on your mother, I know y'all hoes (Phew), still gotta stick to the code (Phew)
Boy, I get in that mode, don't play with me, boy, this shit ain't for show
88-Keys, no piano, gotta get it how you live, that's my MO
Yeah, she want the whole thing, not the demo
Pull in through a tunnel in my Maybach limo'
Yeah, she want double trouble, that's akimbo
Whip her head back and forth, not no Willow
Get that nigga off that horse, feel like Django
Sendin' shots everywhere, I feel like Rambo
Call of Duty, bitch, pull up with commandos
I might buy a yacht, feel like Jack Sparrow
Posted in the field like a damn scarecrow
And my brother sellin' white like some ashy elbows
Shawty what's ya' name? Put you in Chanel, ho'
I ain't even at the beach but I could send some shells, ho'
Gotta get the all-black Ricks, shell-toes
Keep all of that gangster shit up off the cell phone
My brother in the ho we can't talk off the jail phone
With my brothers in the streets, man, I feel like Elmo
Sending all the shots and I got all the ammo
Got this shit lit like a damn candle
Pop a nigga's top like a damn canned good
Chrome Heart shades look like some Ray-Bans, yeah
Red car, red bag, feel like Santa
Red bandana, here to **** your plans up
What's up in your head? You want some smoke? Some cancer
Bitch, get your bands up, ****ing in the Fanta
Pull them poles on you niggas, turn you into dancers
Yeah, AK-47 with a damn banana
Turn a bitch block into a damn bonanza
I got white like Hannah, proud of me like Tana
They got peach at they crib like they in Alabama
Sippin' 1942 mixed with Tropicana
Pour a four, "Skadoosh," Kung Fu Panda
With the gangsters and the robbers chilling in Atlanta
Feds hit the trap, throw the mother****ers in the blammer
I'm on Magnolia, cops putting me in handcuffs

Woo, woo, woo (Bosley), 800 gang
1400 (Bah), Big 14 (Bah), know what the **** going on (Bah, bah)
Gang, gang (I'm shy, oh my God)