作词 : Roderick Henderson/Elias Iatrou/Elijah Matthies/Joseff Daeniel Bihag
作曲 : Roderick Henderson/Elias Iatrou/Elijah Matthies/Joseff Daeniel Bihag
(5am)
(Ayy, what's good, Trou?)
Niggas dissin' like we ain't the reason they cryin' theyself to sleep
On that South we known for creepin', pop out bushes when it's beef
Diss on my jit, get put in a JB his teeth
Big bruh, I ain't never say that, on my mama, nigga, that wasn't me
Stand on that shit 'cause when it get real, ain't no coppin' out
Got a show in the city, we poppin' out tryna rock your spot
I'ma hit the stick until it's hot and I can't hold this b***h no more
Brand new Glock, threw on a switch, I can't control this b***h no more
I need a drop when fifty-thirty ain't enough
You know you p***y, boy, stop actin' tough before I call you bluff
And I know you see this big-ass Glock hangin' out my waist 'cause I ain't got it tucked
****ed up in the head, don't make me mad, I be so quick to bust
I got twenty Glocks in mama house, ain't nothin' but ten of us
This 5.56 leave a holе in your ass, look a like a blunt of
We spin with sticks, you know we do that bad, stickin' thеse niggas tough (Boom)
That nigga gone, his mama sad, them boys can't **** with us (Vroom)
They know I'm gon' do the dash, I'm swervin' bad all through these drugs
Learnt how to be a loner, I no longer need your love
(No more, no more, I don't need it)
(Tryna hide it from the world that I been fiendin')
Niggas dissin' like we ain't the reason they cryin' theyself to sleep
On that South we known for creepin', pop out bushes when it's beef
Diss on my jit, get put in a JB his teeth
Big bruh, I ain't never say that, on my mama, nigga, that wasn't me
Stand on that shit 'cause when it get real, ain't no coppin' out
Got a show in the city, we poppin' out tryna rock your spot
I'ma hit the stick until it's hot and I can't hold this b***h no more
Brand new Glock, threw on a switch, I can't control this b***h no more
[00:00.000] 作词 : Roderick Henderson/Elias Iatrou/Elijah Matthies/Joseff Daeniel Bihag
[00:00.373] 作曲 : Roderick Henderson/Elias Iatrou/Elijah Matthies/Joseff Daeniel Bihag
[00:00.746][Intro]
[00:01.341](5am)
[00:02.686](Ayy, what's good, Trou?)
[00:09.918]
[00:10.617][Chorus]
[00:10.967]Niggas dissin' like we ain't the reason they cryin' theyself to sleep
[00:13.717]On that South we known for creepin', pop out bushes when it's beef
[00:16.491]Diss on my jit, get put in a JB his teeth
[00:19.297]Big bruh, I ain't never say that, on my mama, nigga, that wasn't me
[00:22.497]Stand on that shit 'cause when it get real, ain't no coppin' out
[00:25.353]Got a show in the city, we poppin' out tryna rock your spot
[00:28.244]I'ma hit the stick until it's hot and I can't hold this b***h no more
[00:30.966]Brand new Glock, threw on a switch, I can't control this b***h no more
[00:33.926]
[00:34.162][Verse]
[00:34.466]I need a drop when fifty-thirty ain't enough
[00:36.621]You know you p***y, boy, stop actin' tough before I call you bluff
[00:39.135]And I know you see this big-ass Glock hangin' out my waist 'cause I ain't got it tucked
[00:42.236]****ed up in the head, don't make me mad, I be so quick to bust
[00:45.248]I got twenty Glocks in mama house, ain't nothin' but ten of us
[00:48.006]This 5.56 leave a holе in your ass, look a like a blunt of
[00:50.780]We spin with sticks, you know we do that bad, stickin' thеse niggas tough (Boom)
[00:53.662]That nigga gone, his mama sad, them boys can't **** with us (Vroom)
[00:56.625]They know I'm gon' do the dash, I'm swervin' bad all through these drugs
[00:59.353]Learnt how to be a loner, I no longer need your love
[01:02.460](No more, no more, I don't need it)
[01:05.299](Tryna hide it from the world that I been fiendin')
[01:07.668][Chorus]
[01:07.941]Niggas dissin' like we ain't the reason they cryin' theyself to sleep
[01:10.498]On that South we known for creepin', pop out bushes when it's beef
[01:13.488]Diss on my jit, get put in a JB his teeth
[01:16.413]Big bruh, I ain't never say that, on my mama, nigga, that wasn't me
[01:19.173]Stand on that shit 'cause when it get real, ain't no coppin' out
[01:22.045]Got a show in the city, we poppin' out tryna rock your spot
[01:24.981]I'ma hit the stick until it's hot and I can't hold this b***h no more
[01:27.754]Brand new Glock, threw on a switch, I can't control this b***h no more