LYRICS
作词 : Caleb Toliver/Dylan Cleary-Krell/Hykeem Carter/Jahaan Sweet/James Austin Cyr/Linda Kopera/Mike Dean
作曲 : Caleb Toliver/Dylan Cleary-Krell/Hykeem Carter/Jahaan Sweet/James Austin Cyr/Linda Kopera/Mike Dean
This the 7-1-3 mother****in' Don T
And this your boy Cardo man
Me and Keem just touched down in H-Town
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout
Ayy, man, come pick these up in one those slayers, you know what I'm sayin' one of those shits with the elbows hangin' out
Ayy, tap in
I say what's up man? It's Booman, I'm back again
Let your friends know, can you braid my hair like Iverson's?
I'm just playin', woah, I got movie on the channel
Most of my hoes know I don't play the piano
Bitch, I'm movin' stuff, just ask yourself, have you seen me?
"He got two hoes, oh shit, he's Baby Keem"
You went too long and you know it's time to see me
In and out the state, yeah, this shit all for take, yeah
You mistreat the ho (Ah-ah-ah), make her feel out of place, yeah
That's a big mistake, I can not relate, huh
Me and my girl movin' at a pace, hmm
If that shit movin' too fast, I hit the brakes
I say, "What's up, ho?" It's boolin', I'm back again
Tell your friend, ho, I can see the money through the lens
I'm just sayin', though
No more baby really top ten, used to hop out the Benz
Cover that cash 'til the thought I spin (Uh-huh)
'82 Rolls (Yeah-yeah), two more wings (Yeah-yeah)
I'ma let you go in peace, but I seen how it seem
Baby keep on callin', how it controllin' me
But I workin' in a line, only way to try
I can not decide, middle of July
Oh, oh-oh
Oh-yeah, yeah-yeah
Ooh-ooh
Ooh
Ten toes down and I'm schemin' in shit
Eviction notice, lil' bitch, get off my dick and shit, yeah
I'm the type to talk about my demons and shit
Tennis chains on, feelin' like Serena and shit
I got stripes, I gotta write
I wanna run down on an opp, I call it a frame
Made it 'round, caught that chopper
Nigga I'm shootin', nah, these ain't blanks (Gah-gah-gah)
I been movin' in silence (Yeah), I'm known to keep it private
I condone the violence (Yeah), pray with me
I'm still not dead, I'm spinnin' it for ya' (Still not dead, I'm spinnin' it for ya)
When I want you back, but I can't employ ya' (Want you back, yeah)
Gotta keep that strap for the militant soldier (Keep that strap with you)
And you smokin' that shit, right there I sold ya'
I thought I told ya' (Ooh-ooh)
I gotta run through the fire, I need a ho like Mariah
I wanna swerve with the tire, I make the family retire
I gotta see the hope, be the way
I gotta feed the folks where I lay
I gotta show the light to the weak
Dodgin' the fake, woke in L.A.