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作詞 Terry Sanchez Wallace Jr./Miles Parks McCollum/Martin McCurtis

作曲 Terry Sanchez Wallace Jr./Miles Parks McCollum/Martin McCurtis

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Yeah, ayy, bitch Wassup with that motherfucking mouth? On God, look (Ayy, ayy) Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (Helluva made this beat, baby) Usually do a white Benz, but this black one Got a bad bitch with a fat one She like bitches more than me So on Fridays, we do captions She like Uzis, not MAC-10's She like Mac Dre, I like Andre I'ma ball hard like DeAndre Need a paycheck like Beyoncé Not tryna be your fiancé My sister's boyfriend lightskinned, his name Keyonte Tell him if he hurt her, I'ma hurt him, on my papa (That's on pops) Pull up to his mama house with that big chopper (Brrah) Ayy, forty racks to put that jet in the air (Let's get it) I'm like fuck it, let me go up on the Snap since I'm here (Turn up) Put that on my daddy grave, ain't no man that I fear (No) I ain't talking, when I say, "Clap at his hair" (Go get it) Niggas showing their true colors, get my Clorox (Get my bleach) Your favorite rapper chain always in and out the pawn shop (He fucked up) Fat nigga, make a nigga bitch cook some pork chops I used to hear shots, now I ain't gotta keep my doors locked (We in the 'burbs with it) With they baby mama only time they acting tough (Boy, you a bitch) Heard I had a shootout, ain't nobody died, wasn't us Can't reach, say you want about them Glock 9's (Baow) Even if it's slippery, can't let an opp slide (Never) In a foreign, yeah, that shit with the frog eyes Bad bitch, on the 'net she be doggin' guys I'ma dog that bitch like some leftovers In a big boy house, call the chef over, bro whip a Range Rover, huh Look like a lick to say the least Fifteen thousand on a fleece, blue and red like police Got a bad bitch with a ten year old son, damn Nigga half a nigga age, buy a PlayStation Put him to the side, fuck his mama in the back Bend her over, hold her mouth Told her, "Take it like a real bitch, " then she went south Sucking dick like a pro (Like a pro) Swallow nut like a taste tester on a GoPro (On a GoPro) Bitch, bought the crib, fuck the bank 'cause I don't want no markings (We gon' cash out) Yachty still got the money from that one endorsement (That's some M's) Hellcat, red key, that's too many horses (Uh) In the club with all Franklins, throwing Georges (Catch 'em) Walking through the airport, hoping they don't call the dogs (Got the bag) Froze than a bitch, I'm just hoping that I thaw (Ice) I'm beefing with your mans, here go fifty, take his head off (All twenties) Bankroll so fucking sloppy, I can't spread it all (Wait, wait, wait) Who that creeping in the car? They windows down (Who is that?) That might be bro, he 'posed to pull up with some loud (Ah, he good) They started shooting, tell them kids go in the house (Bah, bah) They heard the AR, make them niggas turn around, gang Fuck his bitch in a pretty ass nightgown She get drunk off the Tito's, believe that Fuck that bitch from the back, grab her weave tracks Why these bitches want Boat? Mind your beeswax Make your bitch taste my kids just like D, facts Put a crease in her back like some work slacks Pussy wet, got me feeling like a merman AR's, AK's like the Taliban Tell a friend, niggas getting money like the Wheel of Fortune Used to ride around crackin' cards With no AC, man, that shit was really scorching Send my bitch, talkin' bout you don't replace the teeth with the Porsche Now she badder than some old milk Niggas talkin' 'bout what they 'bout to do, ayy (Talking 'bout what they finna do) Boy we already in motion, ayy (Boy, that ball already rolling) Fuck with us, we crack that melon, ayy (Fuck with us, we crack that head) We ain't aiming at abdomens, ayy (We ain't aiming at your body) Try me if you feeling heroic, I'm strapped like a Trojan You know I ain't sparing shit when I start striking, no bowling He say, "Grizzley, you don't fuck with me, " get out your emotions Blocko'll tell you, 'fore we really got to this shit, we spoke it, nigga Now them prices is the lowest, ayy (Prices is the lowest) But them show prices the highest, ayy (Show prices the highest) Man, my heart probably the darkest, bitch (Heart probably the coldest) But our ice probably the brightest, nigga
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