LYRICS
作词 : BryTavious Chambers/Sergio Kitchens/Durk Banks/Mike Dean/Grayson Serio
作曲 : BryTavious Chambers/Sergio Kitchens/Durk Banks/Mike Dean/Grayson Serio
[Intro: Gunna & Lil Juice]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Tay Keith, **** these niggas up
[Chorus: Gunna]
Restaurant, I'm dinin', I want light sauce (Light sauce)
Twinklin', this my diamonds be wet, when the lights off (Yeah)
[?] always watching, these niggas fake and phony (Phony)
Grind hard, one of my homies gettin' a iced out Rollie (Iced out Rollie)
Smokin' California, my new garments got an odor (Odor)
Fridge full of bitches, I pour deuces in my soda (Yeah, soda)
Louis V Virgil laces look like Wockhardt (Yeah)
Told me I wasn't gon' make it if you ain't grind hard (Huh)
[Verse 1: Gunna]
Look at how far we made it (Made it)
I told 'em they thought I was crazy
Young Gunna been hot (Too hot)
I jumped in the spot and got raided (Raided)
I custom the watch, two-tone the Prezi and Elliot made it (Made it)
These cubans, it look like it's faded (Faded)
We can't do the minimum wages (Nah)
I'm a big dawg, money tall like King Kong (King Kong)
Heard them millions talk, went and bought me three phones
Rockin' VLONE, told the hoe “Leave me VLONE” (Leave me VLONE)
I done cheated [?], cuffin' you, to each his own (To each his own)
Had to find my space, I was just keepin' my mind straight
Why these broke niggas hate? Actin' like they don't know crime pays (Crime pays)
I'm in a different mind, state, runnin' to the M's in a fast pace (Fast)
We love to call it rat race, came out the hood and got good taste (Good taste
Chorus: Gunna]
Restaurant, I'm dinin', I want light sauce (Light sauce)
Twinklin', this my diamonds be wet, when the lights off (Yeah)
[?] always watching, these niggas fake and phony (Phony)
Grind hard, one of my homies gettin' a iced out Rollie (Iced out Rollie)
Smokin' California, my new garments got an odor (Odor)
Fridge full of bitches, I pour deuces in my soda (Yeah, soda)
Louis V Virgil laces look like Wockhardt (Yeah)
Told me I wasn't gon' make it if you ain't grind hard (Huh)
[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
Wake up in the morning, percocets for breakfast (Percocets)
I wake up, she be borin' me, I'm blockin' all my ex's
Get in, top me on the E-way, man I damn near miss my [?]
I can give my bitches anything, I get 'em all baguettes (Yeah, yeah)
It be tough for you, when he come around, that shit be scary
I'm a nigga, take care of my block, I'm like my Daddy
I ain't gon' lie, surrounded by some killers, I can't go live
I ain't gon' lie, fightin' a murder with a public defendant, you better not try
I need a trapper bitch, ain't tryna trap a bitch, runnin' her mouth for shit
She get in her bag for Chanel, she bought some sneakers, ain't even had to ask the bitch (Yeah, yeah)
Down bad broke 'round millionaires, never asked for shit
**** buddy, drug buddy, that's my bitch, give her half a ten
[Chorus: Gunna]
Restaurant, I'm dinin', I want light sauce (Light sauce)
Twinklin', this my diamonds be wet, when the lights off (Yeah)
[?] always watching, these niggas fake and phony (Phony)
Grind hard, one of my homies gettin' a iced out Rollie (Iced out Rollie)
Smokin' California, my new garments got an odor (Odor)
Fridge full of bitches, I pour deuces in my soda (Yeah, soda)
Louis V Virgil laces look like Wockhardt (Yeah)
Told me I wasn't gon' make it if you ain't grind hard (Huh)
[Outro: Gunna]
(Smokin' California, my new garments got an odor)
MWA Music
(Louis V Virgil laces look like Wockhardt)
(Smokin' California, my new garments got an odor)
(Louis V Virgil laces look like Wockhardt)