歌词
作词 : Tinnakorn Hauer
作曲 : Tinnakorn Hauer
Yeah, race to the finish, gotta chase big bands
Probably get flipped, better come with cash
Hit him up quick, hope the clip don't jam
We was down bad, had to swipe and scam
Money gon' come, better come correct
Fresh out the store, he gon' get his tag
Get wet up, his blood got drip
Get him to a bitch, put him in the past
Came a long way, it's a long way down
Money making change, came up from a pound
Gotta play the game just to make it out the ground
Only love you when you down, when you here no one's around
[Verse 1]
I'm in my own lane
If I like it I take the whole thing
He crossed to me, that's a big bang
Slidin', we cruise in that big Range
I don't got space for no loose change
He ain't a killer, he Bruce Wayne
Only the gang, yeah, no new face
F*** with the gang, get a new face
You better tie up your shoelace
Running him down, now the killers on go
Gotta do it for real, I don't do it for show
If he write a statement then that's not your bro
This not a game, started off from the ground
Learning new tricks, how to cook up the stove
Better for now, it's the more that you know
Pick up the pace when the business get slow
Get money and more
Race to the finish, gotta chase big bands
Probably get flipped, better come with cash
Hit him up quick, hope the clip don't jam
We was down bad, had to swipe and scam
Money gon' come, better come correct
Fresh out the store, he gon' get his tag
Get wet up, his blood got drip
Get him to a bitch, put him in the past
[Verse 2]
Baby, don't front, I just wanna get bucks
Only want head, won't ****
The bank run-up
This from the grind, not luck
Know they all mad, they stuck, he get wet up
Then he gon' make the news, the feds don't got no clue
Run out his shoes, he ain't from no crew
They only do diss for views
They don't know half of the shit that we do
Got nothing to prove, 'cause that's how you get yourself caught
I just let him assume, ain't walking my shoes
I really came up from the block
29-40, I move, got the spot
Gotta keep forty, my shit getting hot
Kennedy road, I been moving a lot
OT and back, now I been making wops
I take a flight and I'm sending them shots
They ain't believe me, I walk how I talk
Watch how I shine, put momma on top
Then flood out my body with diamonds and rocks
Race to the finish, gotta chase big bands
Probably get flipped, better come with cash
Hit him up quick, hope the clip don't jam
We was down bad, had to swipe and scam
Money gon' come, better come correct
Fresh out the store, he gon' get his tag
Get wet up, his blood got drip
Get him to a bitch, put him in the past, ahh