LYRICS
作词 : Tyquain Bowman/Dabeev Ilya Dmitrievich/Egor Figurniak Sergeyevich/Antoine Banks/Tril Wil
作曲 : Tyquain Bowman/Dabeev Ilya Dmitrievich/Egor Figurniak Sergeyevich/Antoine Banks/Tril Wil
Ayy, pa— Pass me a pack of Newports right quick (QRN)
(Dabi, you'll make 'em proud)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm a little stressed out right now, you know? Light it up for me
That's a couple hundred grand, two hundred somethin' on the dash
I really came up from the bottom if that's the question you wanna ask
Aventador ridin' on a Xan', I just pray that I don't crash
Your brother thuggin', raise your hands if you got get-back for your mans (Okay, let's go)
Rose gold Audemars for certain (That Audemars)
Fifty thousand, timin' perfect
Project houses, blood on top the street, too deep to do a Verzuz (Woah)
**** that, let me pop a Perky
Spin that shit again, I wish that Pablo made it out that surgery (Grrah)
Spin that shit again, I swear to God that that shit really hurt me
Oh man, here the cops come (Whoop, whoop)
Industry and in them streets, we really hotter than lava
All these snakes in my front yard, they knockin' our door down
That shit be fake, be the same one, next claim that they love y'all
Things ain't the same, they got me traumatized
They try the gang, gon' be a homicide
They say I changed, that's 'cause I'm goin' through this pain, I watched my cousin die
B***h, I still can't put down this drank, that's even though I tried
Quando Rondo+Tear It Down+Tear It Down+ Colgate, that's the code name for c*****e, we serve it through the nigh
4K, that shit y'all seen on that camera was a seven-one (Oh, oh)
One K with the Christmas, I'ma buy lil' bro his favorite gun
No, no, no way, I done really had to grind and climb from out the mud
(No) Fade, I done had to switch my haircut just to dodge a charge
**** 'em 'cause we livin' large
Voodoo got the toughest tucked, gang with that thirty rod
Up that flame, that thirty shots
Ain't dyin' 'bout a gun, but livin' by it, that's the art of war
Finally, I'm one who really got it in a foreign car (Skrrt, skrrt)
Rose gold Audemars for certain (That Audemars)
Fifty thousand, timin' perfect
Project houses, blood on top the street, too deep to do a Verzuz (Woah)
**** that, let me pop a Perky
Spin that shit again, I wish that Pablo made it out that surgery (Grrah)
Spin that shit again, I swear to God that that shit really hurt me
Oh man, here the cops come (Whoop, whoop)
Industry and in them streets, we really hotter than lava
All these snakes in my front yard, they knockin' our door down
That shit be fake, be the same one, next claim that they love y'all
I'm on one, I went two for two, my niggas out the three
Throw up that four for my niggas, [?][1:45]
Number five, add another five, standin' on our ten
**** 'eleven, we be dodgin' twelve with this F&N
Thirteen, I was spittin', writin' rhymes without a pen
Fourteen, I was on my grind and fresh from out the pen'
Fifteen, ****ed up in the mind, all I know is spin
Forever sixteen 'til the day I die, we catch and you gon' get it
This shit is not no competition (This shit ain't no competition)
On my own pace and I'm winnin'
These foreign cars, yeah, they pink slippin'
I know that you thought they rented (Mhm)
That's 'cause you all in my business
**** it, go get some Benjis
I know that these niggas envy
Yellow nigga look like Renni (Woah, woah)
Kitchen Peezy, a chemist
A lot of shit I invented (Woah woah)
But **** it, let 'em pretend it
We slingin' iron, can't prevent it (Woah, woah)
'Fore I leave Lil D, my lil' brother, I'll leave all these b*****s (Woah, woah)
And all I know is the hustle, ain't slippin' 'til it's a million
Rose gold Audemars for certain (That Audemars)
Fifty thousand, timin' perfect
Project houses, blood on top the street, too deep to do a Verzuz (Woah)
**** that, let me pop a Perky
Spin that shit again, I wish that Pablo made it out that surgery (Grrah)
Spin that shit again, I swear to God that that shit really hurt me
Oh man, here the cops come (Whoop, whoop)
Industry and in them streets, we really hotter than lava
All these snakes in my front yard, they knockin' our door down
That shit be fake, be the same one, next claim that they love y'all
(Dabi, you'll make 'em proud)