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作词 : Tierra Whack/Miles Parks Mccollum/Samuel Gloade/Rakim Mayers/Tyler Okonma/Pharrell Williams/Seiji Kameyama/VERBAL/RYO-Z/Ilmari

作曲 : Tierra Whack/Miles Parks Mccollum/Samuel Gloade/Rakim Mayers/Tyler Okonma/Pharrell Williams/Seiji Kameyama/VERBAL/RYO-Z/Ilmari

Mm, whoa (Ayy, go, ayy), go up in here (Ayy, beep)

I'm in this shit like, 'Ayy,' ayy, damn, yup

I'm in this shit like, 'Ayy' (Ayy, gang, go b***h, damn)

I'm in this shit like, 'Ayy' (Ayy, Lil Boat)

I'm in this shit like, 'Ayy' (Go up in here)

I'm in his shit like, 'Ayy' (Damn)

I'm in his shit, mm

I'm gonna be a millionaire before I walk in, ayy (Damn)

I'm gonna get b***h before a top ten (Damn)

I'm gonna be in front and back end (Yeah), all cash stacked in (Damn)

Ridin' around town and I'm downtown (Slatt)

Big boy gat', I don't back down (Big gat')

Take your b***h, yeah, I got a sack now (Beep)

**** a bad b***h, I blow a b***h back now (****)

Whoa (Ayy, go, ayy), go up in here (Ayy, beep)

I'm in this shit like, 'Ayy,' damn

I'm in this shit like, 'Ayy' (Ayy, ayy, ayy, gang, damn)

I'm in this shit like, 'Ayy' (Ayy, hello)

I'm in this shit like, 'Ayy' (Go up in here)

I'm in his shit like, 'Ayy' (Damn)

I'm in his shit (Uh)

Back to the bando

I Tokyo Drift like the sample

When shit wasn't sweet and so simple

When it was just churches and candles

We ain't have no Turks and no Caicos (Uh)

Go fresh for the kill, for the sandals (Nah)

We learn how to pedal, no handles

Back when we trap, we trap and we peddle right front of the Santos (Uh)

Like who wanna match? (Match) I'm runnin' the maps (Maps)

I run it like laps (Laps), they runnin' in last (Last)

I might overlap 'em (Lap) and won't double back (Back)

'Cause my past is my past

They open my path, and part on my back

She wanted a bag, wanted some Raf

My skin was the name, her skin was some change

We want the same thing, let's not get off track (Yeah, uh, uh)

Back up in that shit skatin' (Skatin')

My wrist alone is the glist', I'm sayin' (Bling)

Super Saiyan, blonde, her lace front on (Uh)

B***h, don't make me wait too long (Yeah)

Wouldn't grace to that Grey Poupon

My b***h watch VH-1, first sixty days, RuPaul

She been around Tyler way too long

Um

It's young T and he be that boy

I talk death but I don't like guns

I talk love but I don't got none

They talk charts but they don't got one

You gotta stage, then its one-point-one for one hour

Niggas came second to me, they so sour

Had a slow climb, that's why they all doubt 'em

And still came out on top, now that's power (Uh)

**** their respect, I won't miss a step (Nope)

I won't intercept (Nope), the tip of my tongue

I got still got my soul and still got the check

Like, bling, bling, b***h, I feel like (Yeah, yeah)

Raw as ****, b***h, I feel like sushi (Yeah, yeah)

Watch Blank Face and I feel like Groovy (Yeah, yeah)

Neck lookin' like a thot and label (Yeah, yeah)

But it's goin' up like it's an escalator

Boys goin' down like Titanic, sailor

Yachty, hearin' him from the

Flacko freer than the Costco plate of them samples, b***h, I'm ample, huh

When that suit come on, I throw a tantrum, hoo

That's Igor, Igor, he a hot potato

Y'all small fries for example, b***h, um

Don't run with the ride-a-long, b***h

B***h, I'm a catalog, I'm a human Adderall

Little ass b***h, nah, you ain't in my category

Unicorn, rare, better put a saddle on, b***h

Y'all rappity-rap, y'all critically acclaimed, they gassin' you up

I went to your show and took little nap (Trash)

That's why we not in the same bracket of tax

I'm that b***h, b***h

I did it all with the passion, I'm a god in this fashion

B*****s tryna fit in with their arms in the jacket (Ugh)

Had to pull myself together like it's all elastic

Got the heart of a dragon, I'm a star, call me Patrick

Heard the b***h was talkin' shit so I caught him in traffic

I'm the type to walk in your house and shit on your mattress

(Slow down, you're spitting everywhere) Ugh

I'm good, you could take it all away (Yeah)

I'm God, you follow me 'cause I know the way (God)

I'm in Philly and we all fly (Huh)

If we don't got the whip we do the walk-by (Yee)

Call your new b***h and we archive (Eugh)

If you cross paths, leave you cross-eyed

Had to slap the b***h, you chose the wrong side (Ooh)

Mob ties, b***h, you get hog's eyed, you chose the wrong side

Mrs. Whack, I love your flow, nobody rhymin' like that

Had to clean out the trunk to put your mom in the back

The cops pulled me over, they don't know your mom in the back

Big Whack makin' b*****s take herbal and naps

These hoes can't rap, they need a permanent pack

I ain't ****ing with you boys, need the cervical cap

Okay, I'm bored

Okay, I'm tired, sleepy, ugh

Yeah, I wanna be like nobody else (Else)

Lookin' so good I might ride myself ('Self)

Realize I gotta hide the wealth (Wealth)

Told bro it's okay to be rich and stealth (Yee)

Twenty-two, I might go **** a milf (Milf)

My twin sisters both white as milk (Milk)

Maybach, inside came soft as silk (Silk)

Put a b***h on the M***y, now she tilt

This b***h been killed, built like a crushed can

Makin' rap friends, more sketch than a white me

Billionaire Boat, more freedom that a white man

****ing on the b***h and she sound like a hype man

Lookin' for a fly b***h, I'm what you type in (Go)

Been counted out since I could count (Yes)

Got a public and a private account (Yes)

For my bank and not my Insta, b***h