歌词
作词 : Gunna
作曲 : Gunna & Turbo
编曲 : Turbo
Yeah, I'm gettin' neck on a yacht
Hundred-foot parked at the dock
Bad ho poppin' they twat
I'm gettin' this shit back on lock
Rockin' some Prada high top
I'm cashin' out on a lot
Turnin' shit back up a notch
**** what these boys talkin' 'bout
I'm back with the racks out the bank
Like Titanic, they want me to sink
Got a new batch, I'm smokin' the stank
Went to tootsie, let her throw a lil' Twinkie
They ain't think I'd go hard in the paint
N****, I told you it's **** what you think
Wrap that boy up like a blanket
Then take a swim in the lake
Took my shirt off, these boys outta shape
Hey, young flobo, come turn up the bass
Got Bluscotti, I'm smokin' the grade A
Got the shrooms take me straight outer space
I wake up, all I want is a Payday
I got rich without doin' the Nae Nae
OG Boggy, this ain't a Lil' Ray Ray
Get it in, count it faster than straight As
Virgil Mercedes
Tinted up, you can't see on the e-way
Ballin' like EA
Pretty vibes overseas for the C day
My b***h got a 380
She some up-north shit outta PA
Gimme neck, yeah, the throat, baby
Jump on the yacht, let her go crazy
I'm gettin' neck on a yacht
Hundred-foot parked at the dock
Bad ho poppin' they twat
I'm gettin' this shit back on lock
Rockin' some Prada high top
I'm cashin' out on a lot
Turnin' shit back up a notch
**** what these boys talkin' 'bout
I'm back in all black, like crow
Pop a dot, n***** thought I would choke
Smack her ass, and I grab her by the throat
Overseas with some Treesh on a boat
Fans see me, they sayin' I'm a GOAT
He don't cap, n***** thought it was a joke
800 hundred some' for the show
Leave a 3/5 of -Scotti in a roach
I'm in London at Harris in a four-door
I rock a jacket, and I drag it to the floor
Poppin' the tags and tags till it ain't no more
Add it up fast, and I tell them, "What's the total?"
Feel like spazzin', I'm spazzin'
Drop this shit back-to-back on these boys with no promo
Every day, I get fashion
I'm a model rockstar with a cropped leather jacket
My Lambo the fastest
Took the Turbo Porsche over the Aston
Took the Maybach truck over the Audi
Can't believe these **** n***** that doubt it
Put this shit on, I don't need your stylist
Geek it up and get high as a pilot
Get the big house with vibes, and we vibin'
Take the yacht, and we sail to an island
Yeah, I'm gettin' neck on a yacht
Hundred-foot parked at the dock
Bad ho poppin' they twat
I'm gettin' this shit back on lock
Rockin' some Prada high top
I'm cashin' out on a lot
Turnin' shit back up a notch
**** what these boys talkin' 'bout
**** what these boys talkin' 'bout