作词 : Taurus Bartlett/Joshua Luellen/Kevin Gomringer/Tim Gomringer
作曲 : Taurus Bartlett/Joshua Luellen/Kevin Gomringer/Tim Gomringer
Love could have you in a trance, you need to desperately wake up from
When it was time to dance, could always count on you to be my plus one
High on cloud nine from stomach butterflies, it's when that rush come
I gave that ungrateful bitch my all, that wasn't enough for her
No, I swear these hoes, you can't trust 'em
Baby, I don't want relations, I'm just tryna **** some
I'm just tryna drop a hit and make the club jump
But I hate that I was too deep and so young
I done spent two-thirty on a brand new Richard Mille
I been turnt up, I'm the youngest and the richest in my city
All on Twitter, on my dick, because that bitch can't gеt up with me
This rapper lifestylе lit, called it a quits and now she shitty, uh
In my bag, not in my feelings, do I miss it? No, not really
And I know these niggas envy so I'm clutchin' on my semi
With my goon squad, and we won't catch a temp so please, don't tempt me
Glock gon' do it's job and bro gon' blow that bitch 'til it get empty, uh
And for bro, I'd give my kidney up, shots, that's a hundred-sixty plus
Me and Liv just ****ed Philly up, ****ing hoes, I done bust plenty nuts
My count on zero, not no hero, nigga, I don't give any ****s
Adrenaline, that's why my fit go spazzin' out, let glizzies burst
Love could have you in a trance, you need to desperately wake up from
When it was time to dance, could always count on you to be my plus one
High on cloud nine from stomach butterflies, it's when that rush come
I gave that ungrateful bitch my all, that wasn't enough for her
No, I swear these hoes, you can't trust 'em
Baby, I don't want relations, I'm just tryna **** some
I'm just tryna drop a hit and make the club jump
But I hate that I was too deep and so young
Casamigos sippin', I'm so in it, I can't speak proper
She be doin' dicks from block to block, heard she's a street hopper
1300, baby but got love from my lil' re-rockers
Them slide, a stamp, bullet hits, ain't gotta ask who did it, we shot you (Oh)
For [?] and lil' bad bitch, you would get your hood hand
How to watch 'em gettin' put in the grave, them the same niggas I stood with
Bro'nem tryna ease that pain, every time that them ones lit
Accept all my mistakes, it's just one thing I wish I could fix
Niggas did way too much talkin', it's a lot of dead opps that I should diss
And really I'd be humbled, it's a lot of hoes that I could hit
'Fore I fall off or stumble, we extort niggas on some Suge shit
How the **** you gon' speak on what I did with my chances, you ain't never took risk
Love could have you in a trance, you need to desperately wake up from
When it was time to dance, could always count on you to be my plus one
High on cloud nine from stomach butterflies, it's when that rush come
I gave that ungrateful bitch my all, that wasn't enough for her
No, I swear these hoes, you can't trust 'em
Baby, I don't want relations, I'm just tryna **** some
I'm just tryna drop a hit and make the club jump
But I hate that I was too deep and so young
编辑于2022/12/13更新