Martin & Gina

作词 : Summrs/Oliver Easton/Julian Currier

作曲 : Summrs/Oliver Easton/Julian Currier

Bust down plain for my main

The more money shit they be doing they be lame (Tell 'em Wick)

I don't care about the timing you be on

'Cause 9 out of 10 I'm the same

I'm wit' Wick in this b***h, pray he don't crash the Porsche

On the highway going insane

I just do my thang, hop out the range

The flawless diamonds on my ring

Yeah, that drank patchin' my pain

Yeah, I'm not with the Devil

I'm on a whole new level

Diggin' that K' like a shovel

Tote heavy metal, everything I do special

Oh no, I heard she's a eater

Sippin' in my wife beater, baddie from Argentina

Glock wit' a switch, call it Martin and Gina

That Glock wit' a switch, call that Martin and Gina

That Draco gon' rip him to parts and pieces

I mix on the mic but I started wit' beats

Yo' circle get small when you cut off the leeches

All of my niggas some dog wit' no leashes

P***y, don't get double crossed for no reason

Walk in this b***h, it's just me and my season

Fallin' in love with the money, and I'mma spend it for the darkest reasons

He tryna beef over nothing, we sendin' his soul to the darkest regions

I remember way back, b*****s used to leave me in the friendzone

Now she tryna be my main squeeze, but I'm tryna see what her friends on

I remember way back it was i8's, 350's, now it's Benzo

But this one a Maybach, not the C-Class, you already know what we on

I'm in the A, my niggas throwin' up B's

Niggas want smoke, oh C

She want the D

B***h booted up off the E

F what you think I'm a G

H, I, J, K, L, M, N, O, uh-huh

B***h know I'm keeping it P

Countin' the Q

We in the RS2

Shoutout my mama, that's T

I'm missing you

Baby, come hop in the V

It's a W when you with me

**** my X

Why would I care what you think

I'm in Florida with all my Z's

I'm back talkin' that hot shit

These niggas love to talk that hot shit

But they never really 'bout shit

Every time I drop it's some hot shit

They like, "Damn, who gon' top this?"

Rino and Wick, who gon' stop this?

I fly with the birds, my niggas sippin' on syrup

Cup so muddy, It's purple

Blew to the church

Aimin' at you, and yo circle

I know that switch got 'em nervous

My niggas work, she eat me up get to slurpin'

She told me she was a virgin

I got rich as ****, don't know what I did but it's working

Now everyday we splurgin', yeah

Yeah, bust down plain for my main

The more money, shit they be doing, they be lame

I don't care about the timing you be on

Cause 9 out of 10, I'm the same

I'm with Rino, he just put the Maybach in sport

On the highway going insane

I just do my thang, I just do my thang

Bust down plain for my main

The more money shit they be doing they be lame (Tell 'em Wick)

I don't care about the timing you be on

'Cause 9 out of 10 I'm the same

I'm wit' Wick in this b***h, pray he don't crash the Porsche

On the highway going insane

I just do my thang, hop out the range

The flawless diamonds on my ring

Yeah, that drank patchin' my pain

Yeah, I'm not with the Devil

I'm on a whole new level

Diggin' that K' like a shovel

Tote heavy metal, everything I do special

Oh no, I heard she's a eater

Sippin' in my wife beater, baddie from Argentina

Glock wit' a switch, call it Martin and Gina (Woah, woah, woah)