712PM

作词 : Nayvadius Wilburn/Bryan Simmons/Stephen Gilarde/Wesley Glass/Nicholas Berlinger

作曲 : Nayvadius Wilburn/Bryan Simmons/Stephen Gilarde/Wesley Glass/Nicholas Berlinger

[00:00.0][Intro]

[00:11.5](8...)

[00:13.6][Verse 1]

[00:17.1]Lil' one going crazy, ready to sprrt for the ginang

[00:20.9]If it wasn't for Google, man that ***** wouldn't know my nickname

[00:30.7]Trafficking drug money and trap outta this one lane

[00:33.9]Stepped all in mud, this ***** can't wait to tie my shoelace

[01:15.5]Sitting on a bail toting a big K, ain't even got a couch

[01:35.0]I was rolling off the pills, I should've never ****ed the *****

[01:51.6]You think a nigga like me give a **** 'bout a nigga shooting up the church?

[02:36.9][Outro]

[02:44.2]Stepped all in mud, this ***** can't wait to tie my shoelace

[02:47.0]Oh, she don't like girls, bet this money make a ***** so gay

(Wheezy outta here)

Sitting behind five percent, you can see the chinain

Dropped a Maybach truck on a watch and it was plain jane

Let the door swang, swang the door open, smell *******

Oh, she don't like girls, bet this money make a ***** so gay

[Chorus]

Money real long, big as King Kong when you make the trap go jump

Yellow wrist stones, canary yellow stones, I'm putting on that stuff

Digging in her back, pull out my money, make a ***** bust a nut

Came out the bando just to buy diapers, had to hit me a lick

I bought the Tahoe from the trap money, haven't even seen a brick

******* by the kilo, these days put it right on my wrist

You can still see the chain lit up sitting behind five percent

[Verse 2]

Every time I re-up, they gotta advance at least twenty M

I been getting richer and richer my whole career

Took the **** money, went and record a mixtape, it's rappers way out

To Australia, I'm familiar, spent two million on a jet

In that dualie doing the dash, I let lil' dawg he hold a TEC

I got mollies with the crystals but I been back doing X

Got a Rolex on my wrist, this ***** cost 'bout a Corvette

Give these niggas a couple bands and hit your face and hit your chest

I got hoes these niggas married, I don't let 'em go, they come through

I got my fentanyl in my diamonds, I spend a nine on a pair of shoes

I don't even care who these niggas shot at, ain't nobody got merked

I got some real killers, they'll kill a nigga, then go and shoot up the hearse

I gotta take this shit up with God 'cause I'm a God on the earth

I got this mother****in' new Benz, I ain't even drove it since it came out

Couple of bad *****es, they twins, walkin' naked through my house

Cook good **** up in the kitchen, I could do that top shelf

*****es still claiming me, I ain't ****ed over yet

[Chorus]

Cartier wrist, Cartier watch, Cartier diamond buff

Money real long, big as King Kong when you make the trap go jump

Yellow wrist stones, canary yellow stones, I'm putting on that stuff

Digging in her back, pull out my money, make a ***** bust a nut

Came out the bando just to buy diapers, had to hit me a lick

I bought the Tahoe from the trap money, haven't even seen a brick

******* by the kilo, these days put it right on my wrist

You can still see the chain lit up sitting behind five percent

Sitting behind five percent, you can see the chinain

Lil' one going crazy, ready to sprrt for the ginang