歌词
作词 : Hunter Roberts/Michael Lamar White II/Stokeley Clevon Goulbourne/Igor Mamet/Peter Jideonwo/Matt Bosley
作曲 : Hunter Roberts/Michael Lamar White II/Stokeley Clevon Goulbourne/Igor Mamet/Peter Jideonwo/Matt Bosley
Intro: Trippie Redd & Ski Mask the Slump God
(Bosley)
Yeah
Chopper squad bustin' (Yeah), bustin' (Bust), bustin'
Bust
Chorus: Trippie Redd & Ski Mask the Slump God
I'm from the jungle, a lion, lil' bitch
I been skrrtin' since I was a kitty (Crush)
Hang with the birds, I'm flyin', lil' bitch
And my pockets is bigger than Biggie (Dust)
Niggas be nerds, lyin' and shit
That's why I'ma give 'em the fifty (Frrp, fah, haha)
Treat 'em like turds, don't say a word
These niggas is all shitty (Ha, ha, ha, ha)
Flush (Bust), flush (Bust)
Flush (Bust), flush (Flush, ha, ha, ha, ha)
Flush (Ha, ha), flush (Flush)
Flush, flush (Ayy)
Gave my brodie ten, made me sick to my stomach (I like it)
He gon' take it on the chin, man, he know that shit ain't nothin' (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah)
Verse 1: Trippie Redd& Ski Mask the Slump God
Walk up to the devil's den, catch a homicide in public (Huh)
Close that door, you can't get in, let shit down 'bout my brothers (Huh)
MAC-11s and F&Ns, bitch, you know I keep a cutter
And I seen some deadly sins, boy, you with me, instant jealous
Pre-Chorus: Trippie Redd & Ski Mask the Slump God
Flush (Okay), flush, flush, flush (Let me talk to 'em)
Flush, flush, flush, flush (Hahaha)
Flush, flush, flush, flush (Yuh, I mean, look at these bum-ass niggas, dawg)
Flush, flush, flush, flush (Shittin' me, yuh)
Chorus: Trippie Redd & Ski Mask the Slump God
I'm from the jungle, a lion, lil' bitch
I been skrrtin' since I was a kitty (Okay, yuh)
Hang with the birds, I'm flyin', lil' bitch
And my pockets is bigger than Biggie (Okay, ayy)
Niggas be nerds, lyin' and shit
That's why I'ma give 'em the fifty (Frrp, fah, haha)
Treat 'em like turds, don't say a word
These niggas is all shitty (Ha, ha, ha)
Flush (Flush), flush (Pussy)
Flush (Flush), flush (Flush, pussy)
Flush (Flush), flush (Yuh)
Flush, flush (Okay)
Gave my brodie ten, made me sick to my stomach (Okay)
He gon' take it on the chin, man, he know that shit ain't nothin' (Ugh, ha, ha, ha)
Verse 2: Ski Mask the Slump God
I'm like, stop, crush, four leaf, lucky
Now he in a shit bag, soda, I don't crush (Yuh)
Break him like a Kit-Kat, Chris, how I be talkin'
Clutch, clutch, clutch, clutch
With a shovel, I came out the muddy
Like you made for a crash, you a dummy
You be built like a nose, he be runny
Money flow like constipated tummy
How I feel? Niggas, they be bummy
Like croissant, niggas, they be crummy
Like a crash, niggas, they be dummy
Kevin Hart, niggas, they be funny
Pre-Chorus: Trippie Redd & Ski Mask the Slump God
Yeah, ayy, hahahahaha, yeah
Flush, flush (Um), flush, flush (Flush)
Flush, flush (Flush), flush, flush (Yeah)
Chorus: Trippie Redd & Ski Mask the Slump God
I'm from the jungle, a lion, lil' bitch
I been skrrtin' since I was a kitty (Crush)
Hang with the birds, I'm flyin', lil' bitch
And my pockets is bigger than Biggie (Dust)
Niggas be nerds, lyin' and shit
That's why I'ma give 'em the fifty (Frrp, fah, haha)
Treat 'em like turds, don't say a word
These niggas is all shitty (Ha, ha, ha, ha)
Flush (Bust), flush (Bust)
Flush (Bust), flush (Flush, ha, ha, ha)
Flush (Ha, ha), flush (Flush)
Flush, flush (Ayy)
Gave my brodie ten, made me sick to my stomach (I like it)
He gon' take it on the chin, man, he know that shit ain't nothin' (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah)
Outro: Trippie Redd & Ski Mask the Slump God
Walk up to the devil's den, catch a homicide in public (God, yeah)