歌词
作词 : Syheem Williams-Rockeymore/Sybree Williams/Jahsan Coles/Layia Watkins
作曲 : Syheem Williams-Rockeymore/Sybree Williams/Jahsan Coles/Layia Watkins
Ayy Lay what you on Lay
What you on bro what you on
Ayy Bree what you on Bree
**** nothin' what you on gang
Here we go
Hah
Rockstar 5Star Jersey
This for my dove dove dove
Big rockstar this for my dove dove dove
This for my
Thinkin' that we broke
Lil' boy you can die that
Die that
Anything you want we can buy that
New lil' Jag and the Bentley
I'ma cop that Yeah
With a Cartier on my wrist
Know that I'm lit
They be tryna take the pic
Like come on man
I'm flashy as ****
New lil' chick and she sassy as
And she look bad
So I bag from the rip like
Okay he want a tip
Rock him Bah
Oh he wanna lack
Pop him Bah
Oh he coppin' out
Block him
Let's go
Oh he want the smoke
Okay Yeah
We tell that boy to come get it yeah
We tryna see if he with it
We tryna see if he with it
Got Lay on the joint she gon' get it
This this this for my for my
All this looks they trippin'
All this looks they trippin'
This for my
This this this for my for my
This for my
This this for my this this for my
Let's go
Walk in the party I'm sippin' on Pepsi
Wait nah I'm sippin' on Fanta
We gettin' lit we got fans out Atlanta
Out the A
Naw we got fans out Atlanta
Come on hit it one time
Ayy Bree she callin' my line
Ayy Lay you is my slime
Come on we get caught for a dime
Come on
Shamone
Come on
Yeah yeah
Chasin' the bag
And you chasin' a rollie
Keep your distance
You niggas domn't know me
You cuffin' on thotties
She with my homie
Did the dash in
A new store Johnny
I want a jet black matte Bugatti
I don't really jank
Got smoke that's problem
Met a white girl
Think her name was Molly
Get left or get right
Put you niggas behind me
This for my dodie uh
None of you
None of you know me uh
He want a brand new homie
'Cause all of my hommies smoked him
Pop your twin
Chasin' a bag talkin' big ****
Damn
They know the difference
Come around me keep your distance yeah
This for my dodie
This for my
None of you
None of you know me uh
He want a brand new homie
This for my
'Cause all of my homies smoked him
W-w-w-w-walk it out
We ain't got no rat we can't talk it out
Fah-fah-fah slide
Don't run lil' boy you can't hide
Oh my God
With us you gon' die
It's that time got an XD
And a Glock 45 uh
This for my Dodie this for my
None of you
None of you know me uh
He want a brand new homie
This for my
'Cause all of my homies smoked him uh
This for my this this this for my for my
This for my this this for my this this for my