Havoc

作词 : Elijah Policard/Namil Bridges/Semaj Nelson

作曲 : Elijah Policard/Namil Bridges/Semaj Nelson

[Intro: Rich Amiri]

Yeah

Yeah, look, ayy

[Chorus: Rich Amiri]

Fashion, she love my fashion, don't need a caption

Got ratchets, they automatic, they causin' havoc

I'm stackin', I'm countin' cabbage, I had to cash in

You lackin', we pistol packin', we just might splat him

She ride on my d**k, no, I ain't talking 'bout Rodeo, yeah

Plug hit my phone, I send that pack right through the mail, ayy

Tryna kill Amiri, I can't die, so you gon' fail

Got pulled over in a stolo, so you know I had to bail

[Verse 1: Rich Amiri]

He got caught up with that yola, free lil' Stevo out the cell

Finna show the world the real me, get up out my shell

B***h, I'm rolling off a fat flat, you couldn't even tell

Hit that boy right with a blatt-blatt, send that boy to hell

I'm in Cali, I just bought a Motorola for my yola

Up in the telly, and this ho, she think she know us, she don't know us

Check my balance, I could takе a ****in' Ford to Bora Bora

I rock ALYX and that boy, he rock Supreme, I don't еndorse it

Know they taxin' for this new lil' Tom Ford, you can't afford it

Automatic in the V, we push a button then we floor it

I was smashin' on this slut, I told that ho, "You can't record it"

I ain't cappin' on the plug, I made the trap jump like Jordan

[Chorus: Rich Amiri]

Fashion, she love my fashion, don't need a caption

Got ratchets, they automatic, they causin' havoc

I'm stackin', I'm countin' cabbage, I had to cash in

You lackin', we pistol packin', we just might splat him

She ride on my d**k, no, I ain't talking 'bout Rodeo, yeah

Plug hit my phone, I send that pack right through the mail, ayy

Tryna kill Amiri, I can't die, so you gon' fail

Got pulled over in a stolo, so you know I had to bail

[Verse 2: Slump6s]

I'm in L.A, coolin' in a highrise and I'm gettin' slow like a snail

Ready to cook a nigga like it's Five Guys, if that nigga callin' me Namil

Chopper bullet, it's a Five9, fight? Nah, I'ma bring 'em hell

And every shirt that I got a medium, but I'm up on XXL

I told 'em tell me somethin' that I don't know, gettin' money, nigga, you could tell

I'm in the trap coolin' with a .44, I get caught, I'ma go to jail

Tell me you hate me, that's a low blow, but you really think that I'd care

Thinkin' you phase me, nigga, oh no, I can't name a nigga I fear

These niggas tweakin' together like BKTHERULA

I feel like Yeat, mix the X with the boot up

Wifin' that ho, you and her really boo'd up

I tried to listen to you and I threw up

No BO3, but I slide with the Kuda

I walk in the party, saw you, I'm like, "Who them?"

I'm not fightin' no more, nigga, I'm finna shoot 'em

Nigga talk on a stream, but I don't even view him

[Chorus: Rich Amiri]

Fashion, she love my fashion, don't need a caption

Got ratchets, they automatic, they causin' havoc

I'm stackin', I'm countin' cabbage, I had to cash it

You lackin', we pistol packin', we just might splat him

She ride on my d**k, no, I ain't talking 'bout Rodeo, yeah

Plug hit my phone, I send that pack right through the mail, ayy

Tryna kill Amiri, I can't die, so you gon' fail

Got pulled over in the Stolo, so you know I had to bail

[Outro: Rich Amiri]

He got caught up with that yola, free lil' Stevo out the cell

Finna show the world the real me, get up out my shell

B***h, I'm rolling off a fat flat, you couldn't even tell

Hit that boy right with a blatt-blatt, send that boy to hell