[00:00.000] 作词 : Gregory Sanders/Javorius Scott/Maurice Polite/Samm Vataleni Niingungo/Sebastián López
[00:00.227] 作曲 : Gregory Sanders/Javorius Scott/Maurice Polite/Samm Vataleni Niingungo/Sebastián López
[00:00.454][Intro]
[00:01.454](I got Hitman on the beat)
[00:02.957]I say you drinkin', I know you drunk, what you been drinkin'?
[00:05.962]I say I been drinkin', I don't know what it was, but I'm not drunk
[00:11.730]And also, can you come right now?
[00:13.731]Pfff, you're really drunk
[00:17.493]It was really cool to meet you, bro
[00:22.515][?][0:20]
[00:25.519]I'm 'bout to be on my way
[00:28.784][?][0:28]
[00:30.530]Get naked
[00:33.792]I said get naked
[00:36.308]I'm already naked
[00:37.310]Hahaha
[00:37.811][Verse]
[00:38.057]These bitches act local and think global
[00:41.567]You never had a real nigga, well, let me show you
[00:45.084]What you want to drink? It's Wocky in my peach soda
[00:48.345]And I know all these niggas hate to see me blow up
[00:51.595]I'm finna cop a 'Rari just to scoot the doors up
[00:54.858]Bitch, I got rasta sauce, I do it from my toes up
[00:57.868]I wish a nigga would come and try a soldier
[01:01.382]Now I got blood on my diamond choker
[01:04.143]Hundred thousand just in change 'cause I'm a rich nigga
[01:06.893]I learned not to trust a bitch 'cause they ain't shit, nigga
[01:10.154]Don't mean to brag, check thе tags on my kicks, nigga
[01:13.417]I could've dropped a bag on her ass and somе tits, nigga
[01:16.678]Almighty, Wocky, Acty got me leanin' over
[01:19.928]Pour a four of dope in some cream soda
[01:23.188]Your boyfriend an opp, I'll make Wop blow him
[01:25.942]Ain't answer the phone with him, you were ridin' my dick, he ain't even know it
[01:29.450](Hang up on me one more time)
[01:30.463]And I ain't even try to
[01:32.465]You wanna glow up, 23 got you
[01:35.474]I make her throw them fours up, she bang the shit that I do
[01:38.236]And, yeah, she keep her pole tucked for me, she slangin' iron too
[01:42.242](Why you gotta be all that?)
[01:43.243]Baby, 'cause I like you
[01:45.248]Only reason I ain't left 'cause ain't nobody like you
[01:48.263]You the type that I like, I might just wife you (Wife you)
[01:51.267]But you gotta clean your feet and do what I say do
[01:54.529](Hello?)
[01:55.775]Bitch, can you hear me?
[01:57.535]You know I don't feel right when you ain't near me
[02:00.796]I'm so sick of all them lies, they make my ears bleed
[02:03.801]Can't keep that pussy out my mind, that shit kill me
[02:07.308]Nobody wanna see us together, but it don't matter, no, 'cause I chose you
[02:13.833]I'm moving on, I'm tryna do better, but I should let her know, I still got you
[02:20.098][Outro]
[02:22.859]Jay, why you gotta do this? Like, it's—
[02:25.869]Ooh, ooh, ooh

作词 : Gregory Sanders/Javorius Scott/Maurice Polite/Samm Vataleni Niingungo/Sebastián López
作曲 : Gregory Sanders/Javorius Scott/Maurice Polite/Samm Vataleni Niingungo/Sebastián López
(I got Hitman on the beat)
I say you drinkin', I know you drunk, what you been drinkin'?
I say I been drinkin', I don't know what it was, but I'm not drunk
And also, can you come right now?
Pfff, you're really drunk
It was really cool to meet you, bro
I'm 'bout to be on my way
Get naked
I said get naked
I'm already naked
Hahaha
These bitches act local and think global
You never had a real nigga, well, let me show you
What you want to drink? It's Wocky in my peach soda
And I know all these niggas hate to see me blow up
I'm finna cop a 'Rari just to scoot the doors up
Bitch, I got rasta sauce, I do it from my toes up
I wish a nigga would come and try a soldier
Now I got blood on my diamond choker
Hundred thousand just in change 'cause I'm a rich nigga
I learned not to trust a bitch 'cause they ain't shit, nigga
Don't mean to brag, check thе tags on my kicks, nigga
I could've dropped a bag on her ass and somе tits, nigga
Almighty, Wocky, Acty got me leanin' over
Pour a four of dope in some cream soda
Your boyfriend an opp, I'll make Wop blow him
Ain't answer the phone with him, you were ridin' my dick, he ain't even know it
(Hang up on me one more time)
And I ain't even try to
You wanna glow up, 23 got you
I make her throw them fours up, she bang the shit that I do
And, yeah, she keep her pole tucked for me, she slangin' iron too
(Why you gotta be all that?)
Baby, 'cause I like you
Only reason I ain't left 'cause ain't nobody like you
You the type that I like, I might just wife you (Wife you)
But you gotta clean your feet and do what I say do
(Hello?)
Bitch, can you hear me?
You know I don't feel right when you ain't near me
I'm so sick of all them lies, they make my ears bleed
Can't keep that pussy out my mind, that shit kill me
Nobody wanna see us together, but it don't matter, no, 'cause I chose you
I'm moving on, I'm tryna do better, but I should let her know, I still got you
Jay, why you gotta do this? Like, it's—
Ooh, ooh, ooh