歌词
(Tay Keith, **** these *****s up)
Ayy, yeah
Tay Keith is too hard
Ring, ring, ring, we drip too hard, ayy
(Run that back, Turbo)
Yeah, ayy, look
I bring up money, they change up the topic
I got a 19 and it fold in my pocket
She gave me her number, now I gotta block it
I'm mixin' the dirty bills in with the profit
Clean that **** up and I give it right back to him
If I don't **** with him, then I can't rap with him
I wanna beat it when somebody catches him
I want a witness to see that ****
(Man, these folks,
These folks gotta goddamn hear this ****, no cap)
I bring up hits and they change up the topic
I got a 19 and it fold in my pocket
One hell of a year and a ***** still droppin'
They wanted to stop it, but they couldn't stop it
You told a story like shorty was feelin' you
She told a story like she split the bill with you
Look at my story, man, no one could write it
Now I see a million, I don't get excited
I might just YSL my ****, the Thugger way
Ain't no real sense in me goin' the other way
Cannot be seen in that **** from the other day
Virgil just chef'd me a whole different colorway
Please don't be stupid, it's Baby and Gunna
And Baby, he wanted her, so I just swung her
Next time I'm in Dallas, I'll look for another
You *****s fell off and you never recovered
Poured up some Hi-Tech and wait 'til it bubble
Young Gunna Gunna, I make this **** double
Hit Elliante and left with a puddle
It's me, Drake, and Baby, you know you in trouble
Run up my check, my ***** sprinted the shuttle
Suffer's a M, bought a Benz for my brother
Painted all black, the interior butter
I drip like a leak and that's word to my mother
Yeah, came out the street, gotta sleep with a cutter
Found me a ***** who gon' eat, it's a supper
My **** in her mouth like she teethin' or somethin'
Sound like it could be Drip Season or somethin'
Ain't no comparin' 'cause we number one
In black and white Chanel, I look like a nun
The police in shock, don't know who got a gun
Don't got what I got 'cause I shop in Milan
It's winter, I still took the top off the don
The kid was surprised that my trunk in the front
I know you a upset they don't shine in the sun
Cuban link look like a box of crayons
I'm still at the light, tryna cop the Cayenne
I told the judge, “**** it”, I’m goin’ on a run
You one of my dogs so look out for my bun
And I get by, let ‘em choose sides
We get Ms in by the shoe size
I don’t **** with y’all type of kind
I done seen all y’all ****ride
Breadwinner like I’m Kevin Gates
And I swear to god, I don’t get tired
From the trenches, now I’m goin'
Spend a whole hundred on a new wristwatch
Don't gotta drip, I can leave it to Gunna
Runnin' this ****, only been out two summers
That 4x4 truck, I post 300
Boy, whoever, they know how I'm comin'
Ain't got no feelings, I'm here for the money
Treat every club like it's Magic on Monday
*****s ain't rich for real, they gettin' fronted
Gave her a dime, told her fist up her stomach
By the time she get back, I'ma switch up my number
Call to her friend like I been on her bumper
Lately, I been the topic of discussion
Trigger was foreign, they shoot it from Russia
Bad vibes at my show like I'm mushy
If she tell me "No" once, I won't even touch it
All I do is get her out here, abortion
Act like I been rich, I used to have nothin'
Drizzy hit me up like he got another one
Money ain't even came in from the other one
******' 'em high, so I might as well double up
Soon as I get rich, I get on a number one
They tryna team up to beat me, they huddlin' up
Ever catch me out in traffic, I'm cuttin' up
Every city we go to, it be lit as ****
Tryna put the police on us, get rid of us
And I get by, let ‘em choose sides
We get Ms in by the shoe size
I don’t **** with y’all type of kind
I done seen all y’all ****ride
Breadwinner like I’m Kevin Gates
And I swear to god, I don’t get tired
From the trenches, now I’m goin'
Spend a whole hundred on a new wristwatch
Tay Keith, **** these *****s up
Tay Keith is too hard
Ring, ring, ring, ring, drip too hard
Run that back, Turbo
You seen this overseas drip?