[00:00.000] 作曲 : Aristos Petrou/Scott Arceneaux Jr./Al Johnson/Alan Maman
[00:00.020] No one out there can **** wit'
[00:01.419] Bitches always trippin' 'bout a real one (You did good, $lick)
[00:05.580] (It's a Smash) Bi-bi-bi-bi
[00:07.283] Bitches always trippin' 'bout a real one
[00:10.521] Ayy, ayy, ayy (where y’at, duckboy?)
[00:12.321] Bi-bi-bi-bi
[00:12.648]
[00:12.795] It's that mother****er, still ain't got his shit together
[00:15.175] Nothing better than sufferin' for forever 'bout the same shit
[00:18.933] Different day, different type of way to play (Yeah)
[00:21.314] Maybe save the day instead of bein' victimized, you'll drive yourself insane
[00:25.117] Ain't a claim, it's a fact, 'round my way, we just attack (Ayy)
[00:27.935] Found my vein and just collapsed, crack cocaine, I can't relax (Aah)
[00:30.762] I relapse, I bounce back, one half ounce, I doubt that
[00:34.161] Goth traphouse, I'm count Drac'
[00:35.531] Flew back to Laos for that sack of brown sugar
[00:37.501] Rapped about it, yeah, I'm 'bout that (Ooh)
[00:39.906] Ain't never been no pop star, you can keep that Mickey Mouse hat
[00:43.578] Uh, yeah, uh, yeah
[00:46.314] Pull any flag that ain't got the skull and I promise you, I'll douse that
[00:49.259] Gasoline supreme pourin' out like a stream
[00:51.832] I got sick of chasin' dreams 'til I ran out of steam
[00:54.759] Push my luck, push my buttons, yeah, it's turned to a theme
[00:57.786] 7th Ward Lord, long sword pulled out the sheath
[01:01.062]
[01:01.221] Young broken ball shawty, all this ice up on my wrist (Brr)
[01:04.326] Pull up, hit a stain, drop it like a tide stick (Grr)
[01:07.312] Ducked out and slurrin', I'm in this bitch like Biden
[01:10.262] Poseidon with these waves, had to tatt the trident (Okay, let's go)
[01:13.268] Redrum, redrum, kill like I'm dyslexic (Grr)
[01:16.022] Most days, I wanna kill myself, some days I feel like flexin' (Ah-ah)
[01:19.112] I just upped my meds, but it look like I'm progressin'
[01:22.114] Bowling ball Caddy causing wrecks at intersections (Baow, baow, baow)
[01:25.165] Charizard Lambo, presi' on soprano (Brr)
[01:28.208] With a artsy bitch snortin' pills off a Van Gogh
[01:31.167] Turn me up like Sambo (Turn me up), clothes smell like some ammo (What?)
[01:34.254] Whole gang crash out, if you want then wazzam ho (Rrr-rrah)
[01:37.269] Did more for more mother ****ers than they did for themselves (North)
[01:40.927] Courtside menace, talkin' shit with the pels (Side)
[01:43.758] Them boys ain't on shit unless they shit on themselves (Haha)
[01:46.942] Grey 59, the rest, I'm givin' 'em hell
[01:49.174]
[01:49.341] Bitches always trippin' 'bout a real one
[01:53.176] Bi-bi-bi-bi
[01:55.380] Bitches always trippin' 'bout a real one
[01:59.217] Bi-bi-bi-bi
[02:01.271] Bitches always trippin' 'bout a real one
[02:08.885] Bitches always trippin' 'bout a real one

作曲 : Aristos Petrou/Scott Arceneaux Jr./Al Johnson/Alan Maman
No one out there can **** wit'
Bitches always trippin' 'bout a real one (You did good, $lick)
(It's a Smash) Bi-bi-bi-bi
Bitches always trippin' 'bout a real one
Ayy, ayy, ayy (where y’at, duckboy?)
Bi-bi-bi-bi
It's that mother****er, still ain't got his shit together
Nothing better than sufferin' for forever 'bout the same shit
Different day, different type of way to play (Yeah)
Maybe save the day instead of bein' victimized, you'll drive yourself insane
Ain't a claim, it's a fact, 'round my way, we just attack (Ayy)
Found my vein and just collapsed, crack cocaine, I can't relax (Aah)
I relapse, I bounce back, one half ounce, I doubt that
Goth traphouse, I'm count Drac'
Flew back to Laos for that sack of brown sugar
Rapped about it, yeah, I'm 'bout that (Ooh)
Ain't never been no pop star, you can keep that Mickey Mouse hat
Uh, yeah, uh, yeah
Pull any flag that ain't got the skull and I promise you, I'll douse that
Gasoline supreme pourin' out like a stream
I got sick of chasin' dreams 'til I ran out of steam
Push my luck, push my buttons, yeah, it's turned to a theme
7th Ward Lord, long sword pulled out the sheath
Young broken ball shawty, all this ice up on my wrist (Brr)
Pull up, hit a stain, drop it like a tide stick (Grr)
Ducked out and slurrin', I'm in this bitch like Biden
Poseidon with these waves, had to tatt the trident (Okay, let's go)
Redrum, redrum, kill like I'm dyslexic (Grr)
Most days, I wanna kill myself, some days I feel like flexin' (Ah-ah)
I just upped my meds, but it look like I'm progressin'
Bowling ball Caddy causing wrecks at intersections (Baow, baow, baow)
Charizard Lambo, presi' on soprano (Brr)
With a artsy bitch snortin' pills off a Van Gogh
Turn me up like Sambo (Turn me up), clothes smell like some ammo (What?)
Whole gang crash out, if you want then wazzam ho (Rrr-rrah)
Did more for more mother ****ers than they did for themselves (North)
Courtside menace, talkin' shit with the pels (Side)
Them boys ain't on shit unless they shit on themselves (Haha)
Grey 59, the rest, I'm givin' 'em hell
Bitches always trippin' 'bout a real one
Bi-bi-bi-bi
Bitches always trippin' 'bout a real one
Bi-bi-bi-bi
Bitches always trippin' 'bout a real one
Bitches always trippin' 'bout a real one