[00:00.000] 作词 : Anton Martin Mendo/Arman Andican/Bart Van Hoewijk/Kenyatta Frazier Jr./Tobias Dekker
[00:00.029] 作曲 : Anton Martin Mendo/Arman Andican/Bart Van Hoewijk/Kenyatta Frazier Jr./Tobias Dekker
[00:00.059] Writers : Ken Carson/Destroy Lonely/bart how/star boy/Arman Andican/Outtatown
[00:00.060] Producers : bart how/star boy/Arman Andican/Outtatown
[00:00.061] (Ken Carson)
[00:00.062](Nah, he ain't— he's not even Teen X, **** him)
[00:08.829] Yeah
[00:09.878]
[00:13.447] (Ken Carson)
[00:13.448] I've been sippin' way too much drank, I think I need a new kidney
[00:16.415] Every time I see a soda, I gotta pour some Wocky in it
[00:19.258] And every time your b!tch see me roll up, she reminisce about how I lick it
[00:22.192] I'm not your mans, I'm not your bro, don't call my phone when it get sticky
[00:26.103] I don't go nowhere, ayy, yeah, without my blicky
[00:28.720] I don't got no opps out here, n!ggas just hate me, n!ggas just envy
[00:31.851] When I was in school, I had to ask on my mama, now she stay with Fendi
[00:34.988] Remember I could not afford a designer belt, now look at me, boy, I got plenty
[00:38.413] Balenci', Celine, Chanel
[00:41.485] My shooter, he dressed in designer, he ready to kill
[00:44.134] Put that lil' boy on a plate, he get ate like a meal
[00:47.092] All of these n!ggas be fake like a BBL
[00:52.186] But my b!tch all real
[00:53.722] Yeah, my b!tch just like a model, ooh
[00:55.253] He shot his shot, but ain't follow through, ooh
[00:56.778] Rick on my collar, ooh, ooh
[00:58.511] This is not Prada, ooh, ooh
[01:00.130] Yeah, she not a toddler, ooh, ooh
[01:01.561] But I call her baby
[01:02.693] She let me drive her lil' Benz, now me and my friends slide in a Mercedes
[01:05.931] This an S550, nah, this not the Maybach, but yeah, it's the latest
[01:09.176]
[01:09.177] (Ken Carson)
[01:09.178] I get money, I get racks, I get paid, b!tch
[01:12.277] Book a show, want a verse? Send a payment
[01:15.921] If you try, you gon' die where you lay, b!tch
[01:19.077] None of my n!ggas won't miss, let you feel how that K hit
[01:22.129] I don't know what's on my kicks, but it look like I stepped in gravy
[01:25.327] Everybody rockin' all black, I wanna be different, so I'm rockin' navy
[01:28.292]Lil' boy, you should've signed to a label, I laugh at that nigga, he slavin'
[01:31.439] You ain't get no money, you ain't got no funds, I count that shit up and I'm savin'
[01:33.979]
[01:34.169] (Ken Carson)
[01:34.170] I'm makin' ten, twelve, fifteen times whatever these n!ggas be makin'
[01:37.527]These niggas got it ****ed up and these niggas be lyin'
[01:39.366] These n!ggas be cappin' on Instagram and Twitter
[01:41.333]**** a tweet, **** a post, nigga
[01:43.064] Talkin' 'bout racks, I get the most, n!gga
[01:44.614]Talkin' 'bout hoes, I **** the most, nigga
[01:46.150]I **** on that bitch, then I'm goin' ghost
[01:47.706] You know you gotta keep your friends close, but your enemies closer
[01:50.134] That's why I walk with a Glock 43 on my holster
[01:53.488] I put my b!tch in Balenci', I told her to take off that Fashion Nova
[01:56.659] If she got Givenchy shark boots on her feet, bae, come a lil' closer
[01:59.311]
[01:59.611] (Ken Carson)
[01:59.612] Haha
[02:01.862] Yeah, yeah, yeah
[02:06.419]
[02:06.614] (Destroy Lonely)
[02:06.716] I put that ho in ALYX, yeah, then tell her, "Come closer," huh, yeah
[02:09.868] She say that she feelin' me, yeah, she tell me, "Come over"
[02:12.320] Yeah, got a freak I'm finna hit right now as soon as we over
[02:15.884] Yeah, and I got some ice on me right now, lil' shawty, I'm cold
[02:18.641] Huh, huh, I can't leave my crib without my pole
[02:22.096] Huh, huh, I can't leave no crib without my pole
[02:25.255] Huh, yeah, I count up these racks for sure, for sh!t sure
[02:28.319] Yeah, huh, I get the racks for a show, then rock that show
[02:31.380] Yeah, I just pop my sh!t, then pop that ho
[02:34.502] Big bro still serving rocks, yeah, but please keep that on the low
[02:37.667] Yeah, shawty, I'm a rockstar, my guitar got a scope
[02:40.819] I'm rockin' all black and my cross upside down, I'm not the Pope
[02:43.988] I'm smoking strong, I'm boolin' with this model ho and she love coke
[02:46.954] I'm in Europe, shawty, spent like twenty-five on a new coat
[02:50.181] I'm gettin' paid, lil' shawty, I buy what I want up out that store
[02:53.221] If they in my way, then I'ma up that stick and let it go
[02:56.363] Huh, I been countin' up like too much cash, I'm uppin' my roll
[02:59.835] Yeah, we been breakin' the dash, this SRT been huggin' the road
[03:02.887]Huh, she just wanna come and **** on the gang, that's for sure
[03:06.031] Yeah, I just wanna put some pointers all in the chain, for sure
[03:08.888]
[03:09.083] (Ken Carson)
[03:09.187] I get money, I get racks, I get paid, b!tch
[03:12.553] Book a show, want a verse? Send a payment
[03:16.309] If you try, you gon' die where you lay, b!tch
[03:19.555] None of my n!ggas won't miss, let you feel how that K hit
[03:22.078] I don't know what's on my kicks, but it look like I stepped in gravy
[03:25.615] Everybody rockin' all black, I wanna be different, so I'm rockin' navy
[03:28.234]Lil' boy, you should've signed to a label, I laugh at that nigga, he slavin'
[03:31.454] You ain't get no money, you ain't got no funds, I count that shit up and I'm savin'

作词 : Anton Martin Mendo/Arman Andican/Bart Van Hoewijk/Kenyatta Frazier Jr./Tobias Dekker
作曲 : Anton Martin Mendo/Arman Andican/Bart Van Hoewijk/Kenyatta Frazier Jr./Tobias Dekker
Writers : Ken Carson/Destroy Lonely/bart how/star boy/Arman Andican/Outtatown
Producers : bart how/star boy/Arman Andican/Outtatown
(Ken Carson)
(Nah, he ain't— he's not even Teen X, **** him)
Yeah
(Ken Carson)
I've been sippin' way too much drank, I think I need a new kidney
Every time I see a soda, I gotta pour some Wocky in it
And every time your b!tch see me roll up, she reminisce about how I lick it
I'm not your mans, I'm not your bro, don't call my phone when it get sticky
I don't go nowhere, ayy, yeah, without my blicky
I don't got no opps out here, n!ggas just hate me, n!ggas just envy
When I was in school, I had to ask on my mama, now she stay with Fendi
Remember I could not afford a designer belt, now look at me, boy, I got plenty
Balenci', Celine, Chanel
My shooter, he dressed in designer, he ready to kill
Put that lil' boy on a plate, he get ate like a meal
All of these n!ggas be fake like a BBL
But my b!tch all real
Yeah, my b!tch just like a model, ooh
He shot his shot, but ain't follow through, ooh
Rick on my collar, ooh, ooh
This is not Prada, ooh, ooh
Yeah, she not a toddler, ooh, ooh
But I call her baby
She let me drive her lil' Benz, now me and my friends slide in a Mercedes
This an S550, nah, this not the Maybach, but yeah, it's the latest
(Ken Carson)
I get money, I get racks, I get paid, b!tch
Book a show, want a verse? Send a payment
If you try, you gon' die where you lay, b!tch
None of my n!ggas won't miss, let you feel how that K hit
I don't know what's on my kicks, but it look like I stepped in gravy
Everybody rockin' all black, I wanna be different, so I'm rockin' navy
Lil' boy, you should've signed to a label, I laugh at that nigga, he slavin'
You ain't get no money, you ain't got no funds, I count that shit up and I'm savin'
(Ken Carson)
I'm makin' ten, twelve, fifteen times whatever these n!ggas be makin'
These niggas got it ****ed up and these niggas be lyin'
These n!ggas be cappin' on Instagram and Twitter
**** a tweet, **** a post, nigga
Talkin' 'bout racks, I get the most, n!gga
Talkin' 'bout hoes, I **** the most, nigga
I **** on that bitch, then I'm goin' ghost
You know you gotta keep your friends close, but your enemies closer
That's why I walk with a Glock 43 on my holster
I put my b!tch in Balenci', I told her to take off that Fashion Nova
If she got Givenchy shark boots on her feet, bae, come a lil' closer
(Ken Carson)
Haha
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(Destroy Lonely)
I put that ho in ALYX, yeah, then tell her, "Come closer," huh, yeah
She say that she feelin' me, yeah, she tell me, "Come over"
Yeah, got a freak I'm finna hit right now as soon as we over
Yeah, and I got some ice on me right now, lil' shawty, I'm cold
Huh, huh, I can't leave my crib without my pole
Huh, huh, I can't leave no crib without my pole
Huh, yeah, I count up these racks for sure, for sh!t sure
Yeah, huh, I get the racks for a show, then rock that show
Yeah, I just pop my sh!t, then pop that ho
Big bro still serving rocks, yeah, but please keep that on the low
Yeah, shawty, I'm a rockstar, my guitar got a scope
I'm rockin' all black and my cross upside down, I'm not the Pope
I'm smoking strong, I'm boolin' with this model ho and she love coke
I'm in Europe, shawty, spent like twenty-five on a new coat
I'm gettin' paid, lil' shawty, I buy what I want up out that store
If they in my way, then I'ma up that stick and let it go
Huh, I been countin' up like too much cash, I'm uppin' my roll
Yeah, we been breakin' the dash, this SRT been huggin' the road
Huh, she just wanna come and **** on the gang, that's for sure
Yeah, I just wanna put some pointers all in the chain, for sure
(Ken Carson)
I get money, I get racks, I get paid, b!tch
Book a show, want a verse? Send a payment
If you try, you gon' die where you lay, b!tch
None of my n!ggas won't miss, let you feel how that K hit
I don't know what's on my kicks, but it look like I stepped in gravy
Everybody rockin' all black, I wanna be different, so I'm rockin' navy
Lil' boy, you should've signed to a label, I laugh at that nigga, he slavin'
You ain't get no money, you ain't got no funds, I count that shit up and I'm savin'