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作词 : Quinton Gardner/Brittany Collins/Nelson Ballard

作曲 : Quinton Gardner/Nelson Ballard

I couldn't believe it

Soon as I bought my Cuban chain she call me back

Soon as I ice out on my wrist she got attached

And see on dates she see this glizzy got attachments

For all these bitch ass niggas that try circle back

Sluggah got hit up in the party, did a dance

Sizzlac dead and they don't post him on the 'gram

Say free my niggas swing his knife all in the can

You see that cut, he couldn't shake he want him dead

Boy play with me, we got Glock's in Bnb's

And there's a difference from a robber and a thief

Taliban ain't do no drugs but when he kill shit he get geeked

I knew that nigga was dead

When he popped up on my feed

My opps they crippin' but lately they had to bleed

See, uh, that Glock right on my lap not under the seat

Free my nigga he a nightmare he a dream

Hit the floor pray for my niggas for the mail they won't receive

They got my nigga behind the wall

And crodie kill so much shit that he had to find Allah

And murder, murder, murder we broke more shit than the law

Lil' bitch I hit that beat and watch that shit just like a pause

On lil' bro, put 'em youngins in the car and tell 'em go

Wrap the plug if we can't get him to wrap his lil' bro

From the 6ix, but I got 36 all in the brick

My OG he so goofy he ain't know that I was hit

I couldn't believe it

Soon as I bought my Cuban chain she call me back

Soon as I ice out on my wrist she got attached

And see on dates she see this glizzy got attachments

For all these bitch a** n****s that try circle back

Sluggah got hit up in the party, did a dance

Sizzlac dead and they don't post him on the 'gram

Say free my niggas swing his knife all in the can

You see that cut, he couldn't shake he want him dead

Yeah, let's go

Uh, yeah

**** the fake

Me and my niggas great

We gon' get this cake

Don't be a fool what they say

pop bottles like *****, we made it

all it took was a little bit of patience

I'm different, you b****es basic

Yeah, still can't believe that I made it

Go to war with you 'round me

And **k a, ever thought of me

And grandma, grandma I know she proud of me, yeah

And I promise ain't no stopping me, yeah-yeah

Broke niggas make me sick, yeah

Gucci gon' match this fit, yeah

Everyday we lit, yeah

Get it how you live

Watch us all get rich

Make these haters sick

They won't believe it

I couldn't believe it

Soon as I bought my Cuban chain she call me back

Soon as I ice out on my wrist she got attached

And see on dates she see this glizzy got attachments

For all these bitch a** n****s that try circle back

Sluggah got hit up in the party, did a dance

Sizzlac dead and they don't post him on the 'gram

Say free my niggas swing his knife all in the can

You see that cut, he couldn't shake he want him dead