作词 : Joshua Luellen/Dion Hayes
作曲 : Joshua Luellen/Dion Hayes
Nah, he ***** bro (Nope)
Yeah, she lyin' on me (*****)
***** call lookin' for his ho (Where she at?)
She right here lyin' on me (C'mon)
Like *****, come find somethin', yeah
Keep that iron me, yeah
Yeah, ***** play if you want to (Woo)
You could pour eight if you want juice
I'ma call weeks if I want books (Damn)
I could **** his ***** and his ho too (Duh)
LIl' *****, height on 'em 'bout four two
Can't name a ***** ****in' with me on Scoot
I been chasin' my dreams since '02
(What you dream about? Cuh', nothin')
Gettin' rich, **** a ***** *****
Sellin' that hit, still sipping' crisp
Spent at least ten on all of my fits
**** a hoe friend, don't be callin' my *****
New body Benz, twenty-five on the tint
Kinda want the water, five thousand on the rent
If she ain't talkin' ****in', ho prolly gettin' spent
Do it for my brother and I do it for the six
Durk came home, *****, the work gettin' strong
We still want ten, want seventy for the bronze
***** get to playin', put the murder gang down
Each one of my *****s, yeah, keep Woods
Gotti ain't starvin' and Bandz eatin' good
We all did the dime, Durk did fifteen
**** hoes, murk, sell weed and beens
*****, I been turnt
And I hit her
Before I sell some weed, I sell a brick first
Before I sell top I sell hit first
Yeah, *****, I still want eighty for a gram
Fifty in the jacket, seventy-five in the pants
*****, I been turnt
And I hit her
Yeah (Turn up), yeah (Turn up), yeah (Aha)
What you sippin'? Red
What you sellin'? Meds
***** snitchin', dead, feds, yeah
Might find a hunnid thousand in bed
*****, all of my *****s is safe
Can't none of my *****s get mail
Everybody got a phone in jail
Ringin' (Ring), ringin'
Pull my **** out now, *****, now eat it
Give her twenty-five hunnid for no reason
*****, it's young ***** turnt, believe me
RIP Neff, Rob, and Reece
Free Nell, Rico and Queesey
Hellcats, Trackhawks and Demons
I ain't never goin' back, I mean it
*****, I'm still turnt
And I hit her
Yeah (Turn up), yeah (Turn up), yeah (Turn up), yeah (Turn up)
[00:00.00] 作词 : Joshua Luellen/Dion Hayes
[00:00.00] 作曲 : Joshua Luellen/Dion Hayes
[00:00.0][Intro]
[00:03.70]Nah, he ***** bro (Nope)
[00:04.95]Yeah, she lyin' on me (*****)
[00:06.86]***** call lookin' for his ho (Where she at?)
[00:08.57]She right here lyin' on me (C'mon)
[00:10.48]Like *****, come find somethin', yeah
[00:12.30]Keep that iron me, yeah
[00:14.38][Verse 1]
[00:14.75]Yeah, ***** play if you want to (Woo)
[00:16.5]You could pour eight if you want juice
[00:17.82]I'ma call weeks if I want books (Damn)
[00:19.51]I could **** his ***** and his ho too (Duh)
[00:21.25]LIl' *****, height on 'em 'bout four two
[00:23.12]Can't name a ***** ****in' with me on Scoot
[00:24.94]I been chasin' my dreams since '02
[00:26.64](What you dream about? Cuh', nothin')
[00:28.91]Gettin' rich, **** a ***** *****
[00:31.15]Sellin' that hit, still sipping' crisp
[00:32.50]Spent at least ten on all of my fits
[00:34.28]**** a hoe friend, don't be callin' my *****
[00:36.6]New body Benz, twenty-five on the tint
[00:38.1]Kinda want the water, five thousand on the rent
[00:39.76]If she ain't talkin' ****in', ho prolly gettin' spent
[00:41.53]Do it for my brother and I do it for the six
[00:43.40]Durk came home, *****, the work gettin' strong
[00:45.40]We still want ten, want seventy for the bronze
[00:47.47]***** get to playin', put the murder gang down
[00:49.14]Each one of my *****s, yeah, keep Woods
[00:50.87]Gotti ain't starvin' and Bandz eatin' good
[00:52.63]We all did the dime, Durk did fifteen
[00:54.47]**** hoes, murk, sell weed and beens
[00:56.39][Chorus]
[00:57.5]*****, I been turnt
[00:58.33]And I hit her
[01:00.4]Before I sell some weed, I sell a brick first
[01:01.86]Before I sell top I sell hit first
[01:03.58]Yeah, *****, I still want eighty for a gram
[01:05.64]Fifty in the jacket, seventy-five in the pants
[01:07.48]*****, I been turnt
[01:09.12]And I hit her
[01:11.4]Yeah (Turn up), yeah (Turn up), yeah (Aha)
[01:13.17][Verse]
[01:13.42]What you sippin'? Red
[01:15.48]What you sellin'? Meds
[01:17.23]***** snitchin', dead, feds, yeah
[01:20.91]Might find a hunnid thousand in bed
[01:23.1]*****, all of my *****s is safe
[01:24.65]Can't none of my *****s get mail
[01:26.36]Everybody got a phone in jail
[01:28.31]Ringin' (Ring), ringin'
[01:29.86]Pull my **** out now, *****, now eat it
[01:31.53]Give her twenty-five hunnid for no reason
[01:33.37]*****, it's young ***** turnt, believe me
[01:35.24]RIP Neff, Rob, and Reece
[01:37.14]Free Nell, Rico and Queesey
[01:38.94]Hellcats, Trackhawks and Demons
[01:40.71]I ain't never goin' back, I mean it
[01:42.46][Chorus]
[01:42.79]*****, I'm still turnt
[01:44.21]And I hit her
[01:45.92]Yeah (Turn up), yeah (Turn up), yeah (Turn up), yeah (Turn up)