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[00:00.00] 作词 : Michael Wiliams/Elijah Quamina/Johnathan Scott/Dayvon Bennett/Jason Crtichlow/Jeremy Soto/Karel Jorge
[00:00.00] 作曲 : Michael Wiliams/Elijah Quamina/Johnathan Scott/Dayvon Bennett/Jason Crtichlow/Jeremy Soto/Karel Jorge
[00:00.0][Intro: Sheff G]
[00:10.80]Great John on the beat by the way
[00:12.85]Look, huh
[00:13.80][Verse 1: Sheff G]
[00:14.12]Glock on Biggie and the clip two pack, get it?
[00:17.43]Tryna tunnel my vision like Tubman (Gang, gang, gang), yeah
[00:20.82]Picasso couldn't even picture this, huh
[00:22.84]Now my pockets never anorexic
[00:24.22]Catch me in a big body whip, huh
[00:26.21]And I'm ridin' 'round with the roof off
[00:27.77]Got this baddy toppin' shit, huh
[00:29.84]And my hood get folded like a futon
[00:31.0]Still no comfort in this bitch, huh
[00:32.94]Rappin' just a niche, look
[00:34.88]Know they watchin' shit, huh
[00:36.44]So my hoodie on like I'm Trayvon
[00:38.22]But these Skittles knock the taste out of shit
[00:39.89]Rainin' from these bows, watch these colors drip
[00:41.69]You ain't get it then, but you'll get it now, nigga
[00:45.64](You ain't get it now, you ain't get it now, look)
[00:47.85]I just keep switchin' the flow up
[00:49.46]Look, you wasn't there for the rain
[00:51.49]You wasn't there through the storm
[00:53.18]All this rage'll make a nigga back out
[00:55.26]Don't get blicked, baow, nigga
[00:57.2]Ain't no vet when I put your dawg down
[00:58.47]He get grrt, baow nigga
[01:00.19]Ain't no buck now
[01:00.78][Verse 2: Jay Critch]
[01:01.13]Lookin' like I hit a lick, still be on the strip
[01:04.42]I got money, and I'll still take the risk
[01:05.86]Tell the shooters go and put him on a list
[01:07.70]'Fore I ever seen Runtz takin' packs to the mid
[01:10.15]I'm thinkin', I steal it and make a flip (Hey)
[01:11.87]Bro saw that nigga through the tint
[01:13.39]And he got hit up in his whip (Boom, boom)
[01:15.29]Opps watchin' they still up on our dick
[01:16.91]All that shootin' they said that they doin', they still ain't make a hit
[01:18.75]Diamonds shinin', that bitch could have made a wish
[01:21.24]Bag heavy, doin' sit-up with the checks (Sit-up with the checks)
[01:22.68]We ain't get it then, but we get it now, nigga (But we get it now, nigga)
[01:27.32]Amiri jeans, got like fifty thou' in them (Hey)
[01:29.38]Too blessed on my shirt, Dior (Shirt, Dior)
[01:31.1]Got it out of the dirt for sure (Dirt for sure)
[01:32.43]Lot of shooters out searchin' for (Searchin' for)
[01:34.8]They release it with perfect form
[01:35.73]Pockets on Biggie, I ride through the hood with like two straps
[01:39.2]Ridin' the coupe with the roof back
[01:40.6]We hit his top and put his roof back
[01:41.50][Verse 3: King Von]
[01:42.4]Old bitch ass nigga (Bitch ass nigga)
[01:44.11]Snitch ass nigga (Old snitch ass nigga)
[01:46.97]Brick ass nigga (Old brick ass nigga)
[01:48.19]Used to be gang and flipped ass nigga (Damn)
[01:49.42]Hate these soft ass niggas
[01:51.34]Quit the pillow talk ass niggas (Pillow talk ass niggas)
[01:53.1]Run and get hoed ass nigga
[01:54.73]Money on his head, I bought that, nigga (Boom, boom)
[01:56.23]I'm from the projects, nigga (Projects nigga)
[01:57.94]Father was a gunshot victim
[01:59.78]That's how I know them gunshots vicious
[02:01.29]So I'm shootin' first and I'm not missin'
[02:03.13]I get in contact with it (Contact)
[02:04.86]So much smoke, catch contact, nigga
[02:06.76]Make his mama get in contact with me
[02:08.20]Four-five kick him, Mortal Kombat, nigga
[02:09.91]Boy, I got the drop and you stay
[02:11.46]I'm gettin' impatient, might get him today
[02:13.41]Should I take the Glock or the K?
[02:15.15]They be deep at his house, so I'm takin' the K
[02:16.79]I pulled up with nothin' to say
[02:18.41]He in danger, could tell by my face
[02:20.17]Started stutterin', pleadin' his case
[02:21.69]Problem solved, with no other way
[02:23.10][Verse 4: Eli Fross]
[02:23.46]Ain't no bold now, ain't it?
[02:27.66]Ridin' 'round town with a big ol' grip in my lap
[02:28.82]These bullets gon' have shit bakin'
[02:30.14]Movin' like a pig, this shit gon' go "Brrt, brrat"
[02:32.37]Shut the **** up, you bacon
[02:33.59]Don't got time for a bitch, I just need cat
[02:35.57]Married to the money, I'm taken
[02:36.91]Married to the money, I'm taken
[02:38.24]Tired of the dubs, I love blue faces
[02:39.94]She seein’ the moves, her heart must be racin'
[02:41.58]You know Fross a doctor, 'cause she is my patient
[02:43.28]Money is colorful, I ain't no racist
[02:44.96]Huh, yeah, I ain't no racist
[02:46.71]My money is colorful, I ain't no racist
[02:48.38]Huh, yeah, I ain't no racist
[02:50.14]We ridin' 'round in the big body
[02:51.74]Huh, Sheff movin' big wocky
[02:53.73]All gas, no brakes, you can't stop us
[02:55.16]Huh, move funny, the .8 got him
[02:57.0]She gave me brain, a real scholar
[02:58.66]She givin' me good knowledge
[03:00.39]We paved that way, we wave starters
[03:02.29]Huh, all drippy like water
[03:03.79]Drippy like water, drippy like water, drippy like water
[03:05.91]Drippy like water, drippy like water, drippy like water
[03:07.85]Drippy like water, drippy like water, drippy like water
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作词 : Michael Wiliams/Elijah Quamina/Johnathan Scott/Dayvon Bennett/Jason Crtichlow/Jeremy Soto/Karel Jorge
作曲 : Michael Wiliams/Elijah Quamina/Johnathan Scott/Dayvon Bennett/Jason Crtichlow/Jeremy Soto/Karel Jorge
Great John on the beat by the way
Look, huh
Glock on Biggie and the clip two pack, get it?
Tryna tunnel my vision like Tubman (Gang, gang, gang), yeah
Picasso couldn't even picture this, huh
Now my pockets never anorexic
Catch me in a big body whip, huh
And I'm ridin' 'round with the roof off
Got this baddy toppin' shit, huh
And my hood get folded like a futon
Still no comfort in this bitch, huh
Rappin' just a niche, look
Know they watchin' shit, huh
So my hoodie on like I'm Trayvon
But these Skittles knock the taste out of shit
Rainin' from these bows, watch these colors drip
You ain't get it then, but you'll get it now, nigga
(You ain't get it now, you ain't get it now, look)
I just keep switchin' the flow up
Look, you wasn't there for the rain
You wasn't there through the storm
All this rage'll make a nigga back out
Don't get blicked, baow, nigga
Ain't no vet when I put your dawg down
He get grrt, baow nigga
Ain't no buck now
Lookin' like I hit a lick, still be on the strip
I got money, and I'll still take the risk
Tell the shooters go and put him on a list
'Fore I ever seen Runtz takin' packs to the mid
I'm thinkin', I steal it and make a flip (Hey)
Bro saw that nigga through the tint
And he got hit up in his whip (Boom, boom)
Opps watchin' they still up on our dick
All that shootin' they said that they doin', they still ain't make a hit
Diamonds shinin', that bitch could have made a wish
Bag heavy, doin' sit-up with the checks (Sit-up with the checks)
We ain't get it then, but we get it now, nigga (But we get it now, nigga)
Amiri jeans, got like fifty thou' in them (Hey)
Too blessed on my shirt, Dior (Shirt, Dior)
Got it out of the dirt for sure (Dirt for sure)
Lot of shooters out searchin' for (Searchin' for)
They release it with perfect form
Pockets on Biggie, I ride through the hood with like two straps
Ridin' the coupe with the roof back
We hit his top and put his roof back
Old bitch ass nigga (Bitch ass nigga)
Snitch ass nigga (Old snitch ass nigga)
Brick ass nigga (Old brick ass nigga)
Used to be gang and flipped ass nigga (Damn)
Hate these soft ass niggas
Quit the pillow talk ass niggas (Pillow talk ass niggas)
Run and get hoed ass nigga
Money on his head, I bought that, nigga (Boom, boom)
I'm from the projects, nigga (Projects nigga)
Father was a gunshot victim
That's how I know them gunshots vicious
So I'm shootin' first and I'm not missin'
I get in contact with it (Contact)
So much smoke, catch contact, nigga
Make his mama get in contact with me
Four-five kick him, Mortal Kombat, nigga
Boy, I got the drop and you stay
I'm gettin' impatient, might get him today
Should I take the Glock or the K?
They be deep at his house, so I'm takin' the K
I pulled up with nothin' to say
He in danger, could tell by my face
Started stutterin', pleadin' his case
Problem solved, with no other way
Ain't no bold now, ain't it?
Ridin' 'round town with a big ol' grip in my lap
These bullets gon' have shit bakin'
Movin' like a pig, this shit gon' go "Brrt, brrat"
Shut the **** up, you bacon
Don't got time for a bitch, I just need cat
Married to the money, I'm taken
Married to the money, I'm taken
Tired of the dubs, I love blue faces
She seein’ the moves, her heart must be racin'
You know Fross a doctor, 'cause she is my patient
Money is colorful, I ain't no racist
Huh, yeah, I ain't no racist
My money is colorful, I ain't no racist
Huh, yeah, I ain't no racist
We ridin' 'round in the big body
Huh, Sheff movin' big wocky
All gas, no brakes, you can't stop us
Huh, move funny, the .8 got him
She gave me brain, a real scholar
She givin' me good knowledge
We paved that way, we wave starters
Huh, all drippy like water
Drippy like water, drippy like water, drippy like water
Drippy like water, drippy like water, drippy like water
Drippy like water, drippy like water, drippy like water