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作词 : Rayvon Welch/Markeith Nelson

作曲 : Rayvon Welch/Markeith Nelson/Nathan Kimbrough/Altariq Crapps

Hey,hey

I'm Like Damn Okay bitch

You could breathe but you can't text me back,aye

Ho I'm Justin with the vibes I'm bringing sexy back,yea

In the projects rob the house with they sell candy at,aye

Yeah my mama was a crip but she not handicap

Walk around with fire she arson

Stealing food out the market

Now my pocket's fat as Cartman

Like a grownup saying sit down!

A brand new Wraith I park it

Made it out of them Apartments

All the way down to red carpets

(Ashurp)

Look I Bubble up Bubble Up

Bubble Up Bubble up

Bubble up Watch It Fizz

Ain't no bitch without a dad

Finna tell me what a real man is

You're a whole kidnapper out here

She be out here eating my kids

Want to cuddle up but her hair on a dresser

After that shit I'm a keep that wig

You **** with me you going to be mad

High Key

I'll leave you like your dad

High key

Usher son I got it Bad

High Key

You bitch made you a drag

I See

Ridin Thru the city with a Blower

Ha Ha

Just came off a 50-city tour

Ha Ha

Used to be my bitch but not more

Ha Ha

Tradelines we finally up the score

Ha Ha

Got to get a check

Like I'm out here Burning

Got to get the earnings

Early in the morning

One thing about the tables

Little bitch it Keep turning

Fire in a crib Mississippi burning

Drop one of mine refund returning

Turn 'em into food if the pot keep stirring

You don't know enough. Little bitch. Keep learning

Being that broke out here is concerning

Niggas think they camouflage, but they tanking

GTA and real life. I play with Franklins

Face card valid in my city check my ranking

Niggas say they gang gang, but they ain't in

I got two hoes with me. One's a lint licker

The booty club don't give advice, but I big tipper

Her body is a work or art you get the big picture

Sending mix signal's no off a mixed Liquor

You **** with me you going to be mad

High Key

I'll leave you like your dad

High key

Usher son I got it Bad

High Key

You bitch made you a drag

I See

Ridin Thru the city with a Blower

Ha Ha

Just came off a 50-city tour

Ha Ha

Used to be my bitch but not more

Ha Ha

Tradelines we finally up the score

Ha Ha

You Prepared to die for that pussy

I am

I am

So get the **** up outta here

**** you

**** You Child Nigga

I'll bury you & that mother****er

Now what you want to do about it

I'm Wit it nigga

I'm a goon

I'll blow the whole house down with a forty

Little bitch Don't play with the big bad wolf

Feeling kind of stingy today Don't play with your life

Little bitch You could get that took

God like walk around with my hair Like wool

Break bread Gotta make sure everybody full

Jordan the wizard Cuz I ain't with the bull

Top dog Great Dane Rotwilder Pit Bull

These days I got the whole hood watching me like a boot leg DVD

These days all my diamonds dance on me Like I got a PPP

Stretch the truth You see the reach

They selling dreams Well bring receipts

I ain't injured but I don't compete

They flip flop You see defeat

Its charity I feed the streets

I'm gone **** your bitch

We can be friends after

Let's keep it a thou wow

I'm the grand master

I ain't never save no bitch

I'm Never playing pastor

Stop saying you from LA

If you from Lancaster

Perfidious words

You ain't outside like a curb,aye

You niggas is nerds You only outside in the burbs(woo)

We finally purge

Since somebody gave you nerve

You either die and You burn

Or you could live and you learn

Either die or you burn

Nigga, you lying

When it's your turn

Okay, okay, ayy

Ayy