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作词 : Lil Tjay/Taurus Bartlett

作曲 : Lil Tjay/Taurus Bartlett

JD On Tha Track

Iceberg want a bag, nigga

We pop out at your party, I'm with the gang

And it’s gon' be a robbery, so tuck ya chain

I'm a killer, girl, I’m sorry, but I can't change

We ain't aimin' for your body, shots hits your brain

We come from poverty, man, we ain't have a thing

It's a lot of animosity, but they won't say my name

Them killers rock with me, lil' nigga, don’t get bange

’Cause they'll do the job for me while I hop on a plane

She don’t like her body, left the doctor with a new shape

Blowing up my phone 'cause she just see me with my new bae

Heartbreaker, ladies love me like I'm Cool J

She was tryna cling onto a nigga, but it's too lat

Booked a flight to Cali, racks and condoms in my suitcase

And every single dollar in these bands gotta blue face

Diamonds in the Rollie, they in HD like it’s Blu-Ray

The way that I been ballin' should make the cover of 2K

Show out for the summer I might pull up in a new Wraith

Dissin' on the gang that's gon only get your crew chased

And we hawk shit down, better tighten up yo shoe lace

Lil bro get up close let the Glock 22 spray

We pop out at your party, I'm with the gang

And it's gon' be a robbery, so tuck ya chain

I'm a killer, girl, I'm sorry, but I can't change

We ain't aimin' for your body, shots hits your brain

We come from poverty, man, we ain't have a thing

It's a lot of animosity, but they won't say my name

Them killers rock with me, lil' nigga, don't get bange

'Cause they'll do the job for me while I hop on a plane

Oh-ohh-ohh, yeah

I call lil' bro, he said he ready for that shit

(Said he ready for that shit )

What you claim? You a lame,

You ain't never put in pain (Put in pain)

I be around some killers that go crazy for the gang

(They go crazy for the game)

If I showed you all my charges,

You won't look at me the same (You won't look at me the same)

Made some choices in my life

I wish I never had to make (Wish I never had to make)

Lost my brother, seen him die

And I just seen him graduate (I just seen him graduate)

Got that .40 on my side

And I'm just rollin' past the jakes(I'm just rollin' past jakes)

Both my hands can do the job and I ain't talkin' m********e

I was in and outta state (State)

'Cause I had a bag to make (Bag to make)

I risked my life but it's aight

'Cause God ain't let me pass away (Pass away)

**** tomorrow, spin the block

Just know we comin' back today (Back today)

I call Polo, he come dolo, we get 'em the fast way

We pop out at your party, I'm with the gang

And it's gon' be a robbery, so tuck ya chain

I'm a killer, girl, I'm sorry, but I can't change

We ain't aimin' for your body, shots hits your brain

We come from poverty, man, we ain't have a thing

It's a lot of animosity, but they won't say my name

Them killers rock with me, lil' nigga, don't get bange

'Cause they'll do the job for me while I hop on a plane