歌词
作词 : Bobby Sandmanie/Corey Kerr/Stefan Cismigiu
作曲 : Bobby Sandmanie/Corey Kerr/Stefan Cismigiu
[Intro: Ken Carson]
Yeah
[Chorus: Ken Carson]
Glock 19, MAC-11
FN, Five-seveN
AR-15 send a ****-nigga to heaven
I get geeked up, *****, I don’t do Percocets
I love money and sex
Shawty gon' pull up, told her, "Bring that neck"
I ****ed her off the G6, so I ain't break no sweat
He think he invincible 'cause he got a bulletproof vest
**** it, shoot his head
[Verse 1: Ken Carson]
I mix the Wock' with the red
And the stick don't fit in the bag, gotta tote that Glock instead
I gotta tote that glizzy, woah
I gotta take my fire everywhere I go
Shoot that ***** out, I turn it to a visual
.30 clip on me, yeah, it's digital
I'ma shoot that lil' ***** 'til it's empty
I got hella hoes like I'm pimpin'
These lil' niggas stay rolled like the zip
I smoke out the bag, I pour up the pint, it's 4K just for me to sip
I went in all Balenci' for my flight, it's 10K just for me to drip
I'm with your *****, she goin' convertible, she droppin' the top, then I dip
I pull out her mouth, then I licked on her nipples
[Bridge: Ken Carson]
Haha
Yeah
I got, I got my boy, my boy
Top Floor Boss in this mother****er, ayy, Lone
Ayy, tell these niggas what the **** goin' on
Yeah
[Verse 2: Destroy Lonely]
Uh, ARPs
Yeah, heavy metal, flared jeans just like a cowboy, I'm totin' the .38 special
Yeah, this ***** way too fine, *****, she came from heaven
I get way, way too geeked up, *****, but I ain't never message her, uh, uh
I love money and sex
Drugs, sex, and pullin' up, I tell her to bring her friends
Got 'em all booted up, huh, off the X
**** the mall, lil' jobs, geeked up, off the X
Uh, I'm 'bout to get this bread, uh
Might count through that guap
Uh, one in the head
Most my hoes, they want me, then I **** 'em good and disappear
I'm getting stupid money spent
I got the purple Wockhardt in the Goyard bag, it's red
I put the platinum, yeah, on my dreads
I'm rockin' all-white diamonds, and they VVS
I asked the hoe if they tryna ****, and she said, "Yes"
I took her straight to the Louis store and bought her a brand new dress, huh
I ain't gettin' pullin’ over, nah, if I see 12
And I gotta V12 and my engine is from hell
We the shit nigga, they ask us, "What's that smell?"
We be poppin' shit, I don't know if you can tell
And all these niggas snitch, I know they gon' tell
[Verse 3: Ken Carson & Destroy Lonely]
I can tell you gon' snitch
I can tell you a *****
I can tell that his ***** wanna **** by the way that she look at my wrist
I'm totin' that VECTOR, yeah, I'm totin' that stick
Any ho tellin' on me, that's gon' make a nigga dance like Chris Brown
The way yo' ***** ride me 'cause [?] lil’ ***** gettin' ****ed down
She ain't want me back then but now I'm tatted up and got money, I'm the shit now
God, everywhere I go I pop out, and everybody want a pic now
Now everybody wanna **** with the ho, gotta offer your soul to kick down
If I go broke I'ma kick in your door, huh, I'm takin' your shit now
If I go broke I'ma kick in your door, I'ma kick in your door, I'ma kick it
If money was height, then I'm Shaquille O'Neal and all of these niggas is midgets
I don't got a type, she bool and she fly for real, I love all types of *****es
I don't a got a limit, I ain't reach the height, the peak, baby, I'm still gettin' richer
I'ma stack up a milli', a milli', a milli', way past a hundred, then cop a Richard
I’m all on your crib, I'm ****in' your wife, the X-MAN ****in' your sister
Huh, I keep gettin' paid, got too much money, the bank can't count them digits
We ain't save you, talkin' 'bout bullshit, nigga, know we with it
Yeah, you know we with all the bullshit, no bap
**** goin' on?
The ****— the **** goin' on
Yeah
[Chorus: Ken Carson]
Glock 19, MAC-11
FN, Five-seveN
AR-15 send a ****-nigga to heaven
I get geeked up, *****, on them Percocets
I love money and sex
Shawty gon' pull up, told her, "Bring that neck"
I ****ed her off the G6, ho, I ain't break no sweat
He think he invincible 'cause he got a bulletproof vest
**** it, shoot his head