On BS

Drake / 21 Savage

专辑：Her Loss

歌词

作词 : A. Graham/S. Bin Abraham-Joseph/O. Yildirim/E. Sticken/Simon Gebrelul

作曲 : A. Graham/S. Bin Abraham-Joseph/O. Yildirim/E. Sticken/Simon Gebrelul

Yeah, woah, woah, woah

I had to cut some niggas off, they did me-me no good

I come from the ghetto, so my trunk is in my hood

She want, wear no panties 'round me even if she could

Gave out plenty spankings 'til they got it understood

**** the nosebleeds, baby, come sit on this woo

If you know it's tension, don't come 'round me like it's good

I got street smarts, and you can't get this out no book

I can't right my wrongs, but I can still write these hooks

Oh, time to get exposed, you ain't

Been from 'round here, nigga, come get off your show Savage

Said you p***y and he hit it on the nose, but tha

Board is opеn, why you actin' like it's closed? I don't know

Y'all be goin' in and out rеcessions, the same way that I be going in and out of Texas

Or in and out my sessions, or in and out her best friends

Or in and out these courtrooms, my lawyer like, "Objection"

Yeah, woah, woah

All my ****ing Spanish, boricu

Water on my neck, these diamonds came with coral reefer

She from overseas, I had to buy her a new Visa

Met your wife in Vegas but I hit her in Ibiza

She a supermodel so she only eatin' caesar

"Used to date a rapper but he acted like a diva"

Niggas hustlin' backwards, out here ballin' with a re-up

Popped a adderall, I feel like I can lift a tree up

See too many cameras so I never lift my ski up (Yeah)

I jump on your song and make you sound like you the feature

I jump on your song and make a label think they need ya, for real (Yeah)

On that bull shit (Okay), on that bull shit (Okay)

On that bull shit (Okay), we on all that bull shit (Okay)

On that bull shit (Okay), on that bull shit (Okay, okay)

On that bull shit (Yeah), on that bull shit (Yeah)

On that bull shit (Okay), all that bull shit (Okay)

Damn, maybe I should do a twenty

Maybe I should break that twenty, do a ten

Maybe I should break that ten, do a five

Then if it gets loud, do a five again

If he held his tongue on that live, he'd be alive again, damn

My uncle sister know she raised a real one, ill one

It's been thirty minutes, I don't feel none

Oh shit, wait a minute, think I'm startin' to feel somethin'

Where you get this mother****ing pill from

Heard they got some sanctions on my name

Heard they plottin' on my name, heard they bankin' on my name

I got Lita in this b***h and he might spank it on a lan

I'm just— what, in the cut, throwin' Franklins on her frame

I'ma— ayy, I'ma gentleman, I'm generous

I blow a half a million on you hoes, I'm a feminist

I never put no prices on no beef until we end this shit

I pay her half a million for a soul, you my nemesis

On that bull shit (Okay), on that bull shit (Okay)

On that bull shit (Okay), we on all that bull shit (Okay)

On that bull shit (Okay), on that bull shit (Okay, okay)

On that bull shit (Yeah), on that bull shit (Yeah)

On that bull shit (Okay), all that bull shit (Okay)

Nah, I'm on, its midnight, I don't care

Nothing is happening on a Wednesday, I don't care, I'm on

I'm looking for the smoke

These guys sitting front row, man, poof, who needs that?

Let me put my window down, I need fresh air

We don't want that, we want bars

The reason why we listen to 21 and The Boy

That's what we do in Paris, we don't do Fashion Week

Fashion Week is for the last decade, it's not for us

It's about the lights, the lights that we put on in the city

The lights of the Eiffel Tower

I'm in charge of it, I'm the one who's putting it on everyday

And you try to flex next, next to me on the red light with your ugly, whatever, flexing, most expensive car, V-12

I drive a Four-Cylinder, I come from nothing but I'm doing something, and you cannot catch my drive

As fast as you try to go, you will never catch me man

There is only one way, and this way I'm driving, nobody can do it

I'm Birdman, that's who I am

In Paris (Brrt, brrt)