作曲 : Durk Banks
Aye, pull up Lam
I'm so tired of you telling me that he's sorry
Missing my shows and meet and greets like ain't an artist
Love to take drugs to keep me above, I'm just honest
They know who I am, they make up rumors, I'm honest
He ain't support like he used to, he said I'm garbage
Now he at my shows acting up with tickets like we partners
I check on my partner, on 'em before I'ma ever check on my followers
I **** with a throat goat but she graduated to a swallower
You know who he is, you know what you did
You know who he was, you know, dirty bitch
You know goofy niggas, you know different cliques
You know, how you mad?, you know, I'm the shit
You ain't support me at all, all
How you say you my dawg?
Told you I lost it it all, all, all
You ain't even come call, all, all
Watch a story from a fake page and not say I'm shopping at the mall
Told 'em I need a handout, he ain't respond to me at all
Four pockets full of the hunnids, fourty million cash from a label
I ain't falling out for my homies, call him, tell him put it on a table
Before it was bails, bonds, I paid cash, I ain't never say, "Hey neighbor"
Broke bitch asked for a crib, petty ass got that bitch a cradle
I know what you did so I hate you, I know what you did for the paper
Why you called the police on your man?
He on papers, you know they gon take 'em
Put it for a pound, my crib, I ain't ****, I'm layin' on my nuts
Walk and shoot, I rely on his guts
Benjy Boys, I know he gon clutch
Trenches baby, dirty little bastard
Soul hurt, ain't walk up to the casket
While I pour up a cup and I fast it
I just took the drac' in my jacket
Industry putting me in beef
Why do that? I'm signed to the streets
Pull up on 'em fe-fe-fe (Brrah)
Why the **** I'm markin' over beasts?
Brodie pulled up in the statements
Stole 'em 'cause he ain't even got the key
Thought about putting pounds on the jet
Ain't do it 'cause they will check that deep
Thought about putting pounds on the jet
Ain't do it 'cause they gon put it on me
Thought about putting pounds on the jet
But the Juice WRLD shit be scaring me
Put this in my notebook (Woah, woah, woah, woah)
This shit right here, no hook
Put this in my notebook (Woah, woah, woah, woah)
This shit right here, no hook (No hook)
[00:00.000] 作曲 : Durk Banks
[00:03.415] [Intro]
[00:09.550] Aye, pull up Lam
[00:12.708]
[00:12.880] [Verse]
[00:13.044] I'm so tired of you telling me that he's sorry
[00:16.947] Missing my shows and meet and greets like ain't an artist
[00:20.402] Love to take drugs to keep me above, I'm just honest
[00:23.675] They know who I am, they make up rumors, I'm honest
[00:27.191] He ain't support like he used to, he said I'm garbage
[00:30.658] Now he at my shows acting up with tickets like we partners
[00:33.979] I check on my partner, on 'em before I'ma ever check on my followers
[00:37.516] I **** with a throat goat but she graduated to a swallower
[00:40.872] You know who he is, you know what you did
[00:44.322] You know who he was, you know, dirty bitch
[00:47.676] You know goofy niggas, you know different cliques
[00:51.191] You know, how you mad?, you know, I'm the shit
[00:54.468] You ain't support me at all, all
[00:56.340] How you say you my dawg?
[00:57.999] Told you I lost it it all, all, all
[00:59.767] You ain't even come call, all, all
[01:01.534] Watch a story from a fake page and not say I'm shopping at the mall
[01:04.958] Told 'em I need a handout, he ain't respond to me at all
[01:08.381] Four pockets full of the hunnids, fourty million cash from a label
[01:11.756] I ain't falling out for my homies, call him, tell him put it on a table
[01:15.186] Before it was bails, bonds, I paid cash, I ain't never say, "Hey neighbor"
[01:18.760] Broke bitch asked for a crib, petty ass got that bitch a cradle
[01:22.077] I know what you did so I hate you, I know what you did for the paper
[01:25.507] Why you called the police on your man?
[01:27.233] He on papers, you know they gon take 'em
[01:28.895] Put it for a pound, my crib, I ain't ****, I'm layin' on my nuts
[01:32.354] Walk and shoot, I rely on his guts
[01:34.055] Benjy Boys, I know he gon clutch
[01:35.810] Trenches baby, dirty little bastard
[01:37.391] Soul hurt, ain't walk up to the casket
[01:39.186] While I pour up a cup and I fast it
[01:40.897] I just took the drac' in my jacket
[01:42.666] Industry putting me in beef
[01:44.466] Why do that? I'm signed to the streets
[01:46.105] Pull up on 'em fe-fe-fe (Brrah)
[01:47.681] Why the **** I'm markin' over beasts?
[01:49.567] Brodie pulled up in the statements
[01:51.174] Stole 'em 'cause he ain't even got the key
[01:53.156] Thought about putting pounds on the jet
[01:54.512] Ain't do it 'cause they will check that deep
[01:56.452] Thought about putting pounds on the jet
[01:58.144] Ain't do it 'cause they gon put it on me
[01:59.941] Thought about putting pounds on the jet
[02:01.516] But the Juice WRLD shit be scaring me
[02:04.636] Put this in my notebook (Woah, woah, woah, woah)
[02:08.203] This shit right here, no hook
[02:11.648] Put this in my notebook (Woah, woah, woah, woah)
[02:15.520] This shit right here, no hook (No hook)