歌词
作词 : Kalem Tarrant/Jordan Michael Houston/Anthony Lorenzo Holmes Jr.
作曲 : Kalem Tarrant/Jordan Michael Houston/Anthony Lorenzo Holmes Jr.
Aye, man, let's get it
I can pay the bail, I will never tell on my dog
I was mixin' in, bakin' soda blend with the raw
Niggas fake as hell, actin' like you him, but you flawed
Why the real dyin'? Why the **** niggas takin' off?
This for real, ain't no deals, niggas payin' what it cost
Know some scammers that can get you right, just pay 'em for the sauce
Say you broke, ain't got no money, damn, sorry for yo' loss
I'm a business man, I can buy yo' b***h and write her off
B-B-B-B-B***h, I write her off
Creepin' up outta my box, rippin' 'em up with a saw
Move with the wind like a phantom, I stand in the shadows
And pop out the cut with the bars
Dearly departed, I mark 'em, I'm parkin' the whip
And I'm hoppin' out under the stars
They don't really want it, but they really gonna get it
'Cause I'm in this too deep, b***h, l've come just too far
Itty bitty mother****ers really be the ones
With the dreams of a drop top, never gonna pop off
Off top, I can think about a couple of mother****ers
That wanna put a bullet in my lock-box
Hop off of my c**k, b***h
You never gonna be me, see me, p***y-boy, flee me
Four deep in the G to the O-D-Z-1 and the double-L-A, baby
Uh, and I'm back in this b***h
Flow game cold like a MAC in this b***h
Ain't nobody really wanna dance with the kid
Got the game ****ed up, when I'm rappin' and shit, like
How this, how this young mother****er from the '86 really make these hits?
B***h, I'm doin' my thing, l'm makin' a bag
A mutha****a really gotta think about his own damn biz, man
For the bands, we gon' make 'em dance
I got business out in Cali, 'bout twelve hours till I land
B***h, yo' music just ain't sellin', well, I guess that's just too bad
Though the come up was so tellin', what goes up must always land
You a fad, b***h
I can pay the bail, I will never tell on my dog
I was mixin' in, bakin' soda blend with the raw
Niggas fake as hell, actin' like you him, but you flawed
Why the real dyin'? Why the **** niggas takin' off?
This for real, ain't no deals, niggas payin' what it cost
Know some scammers that can get you right, just pay 'em for the sauce
Say you broke, ain't got no money, damn, sorry for yo' loss
I'm a business man, I can buy yo' b***h and write her off
Thug, thug
Thug niggas, nothin' but drug dealers Hypnotized, now they in love with us
****in' up clubs with us, smokin' strong
Got some bud with us, cough up a lung with us
Don't get sent off like a dove, nigga
We got subs, nigga, sub machines, not Jersey Mike's
I chose violence, stand and fight, foldin' chairs and throwin' them hands
Would've been the best time of my life, how many hoes you gave a chance?
Then found out they wasn't right, how many niggas gon' switch up?
So you do some' they don't like, now they gotta terminate on site
Used to dirty up my Sprite
Aye, drop me some c*****e, aye, pop me an all-night flight
Aye, big bag of money in sight, aye, riots we incite
Aye, fires we ignite
Yeah, try us, it get light, lose yo' life
Cookin' up in a lab like Dexter
Middle fingers up, yeah, that's my gesture
Cut from a cloth, this not yo' texture
That's yo' b***h, then why did I text her?
I can pay the bail, I will never tell on my dog
I was mixin' in, bakin' soda blend with the raw
Niggas fake as hell, actin' like you him, but you flawed
Why the real dyin'? Why the **** niggas takin' off?
This for real, ain't no deals, niggas payin' what it cost
Know some scammers that can get you right, just pay 'em for the sauce
Say you broke, ain't got no money, damn, sorry for yo' loss
I'm a business man, I can buy yo' b***h and write her off