作曲 : Nick Hill/Gavin Harris
Psh, woo
Loadstar
Yeah, yeah
Uh
Fizzy
Psh, dum diddy dum
Yeah, blum blum
Blum diddy blum
Telling your pieces
Come on the dum
We're coming and repping it from the sums
You better step up
Got in your rep
People call your friends up
This song is banging
It's ******* fatal just like a headshot
Whoever tried to set up
Me out of pressure
Right now you probably think the way to get your bread up
******* stitch
Now he's in the cell doing press-ups
Got me feeling like cash cause I wanna lash your neck off
I'm better than ever to come, bring it
I'm so heavy, a don
To grime, a dum diddy
They top my flow on chat, run with it
But it's cool, I was just on the fact
I'm more than getting the stacks
Karma is getting you back
There's no sticks in my circle
You made it buckle
I'm blowing purple
I'm on the verge to
Taking this game
Wrecking this sleeve
And haters miss, better be rating this
None of them rappers spitting
Are on the same wave as this
Doing what you hate me for
Breaking doors
Nocturnal life
The only difference is that I am raving more
Old is it getting
Like the Kid Cudi user power
He's 22, like we don't care if he'd use a shower
Them other matching me
Are matching me down to the earth like gravity
Rapid, we shouting reserver, you manage these
Middle fingers in the air, you can stay scheming
I'm living this life, I ain't daydreaming
Pum pum, pum to the oh
This is the sound of the woo, fizzy flow
Pum pum, pum to the oh
This is the sound of the woo, fizzy flow
Diddy dum, di diddy dum dum
Di, diddy dum, di diddy diddy dum
Dum diddy dum, di diddy dum dum
Rippy pum pum, rippy pum pum
Psh, woo
Yeah, yeah
编辑于2023/12/12更新