歌词
作曲 : Dijon Mcfarlane/Jacques Webster II/Nicholas Balding/Keanu Torres/Stefano Bauer/Quintin Gulledge
Away, away, away, away
Away, away
Away, away, away, away
Away, away
(Mustard on the beat, ho)
Ayy, ayy, ayy
5 a.m. in the parkin' lot (Yeah)
Four black trucks takin' parkin' spots (Yeah)
She reached in my pants to see I'm soft or not (Not)
I'm hard as a mother****er, Scott La Rock (Rock)
I gave her good dick, the type her heart'll stop (Heart'll stop)
Them ass shots on her make an artist drop (Artist)
Nigga, damn
Nigga, damn (Ayy, ayy, yeah)
Nigga, damn
12 a.m. at the crib goin' ham (At the crib)
Rollin' green, countin' bacon, Sam, I am him (Him)
Windmillin' through the crowd, fan by fan (By fan)
Remember how we used to do it hand by hand then?
Five niggas, one gram, we split it twenty, damn
Not your average citizens, we're movin' like some immigrants
All these damn Xans, it be hard to remember when
Out at Lake Olympia, Jason used to whip the Benz (Yeah)
Drop me off at Meadow Creek, I took the boat to River Bend (Yeah)
I said it ain't no comin' back, no way I thought I'd lose a twin (Twin)
Goin' up another M
Blowin' up will never end
Slowin' up, oh, never then
Goin' dumb will never end
Pourin' up will never end
Tore it up and go again
Used to be just me and twin
Now it's her and all her friends, yeah (Yeah)
Yeah, ayy, ayy
5 a.m. in the parkin' lot
Four black trucks takin' parkin' spots
She reached in my pants to see I'm soft or not (It's lit)
I'm hard as a mother****er, Scott La Rock (It's lit)
I gave her good dick, the type her heart'll stop (It's—)
Them ass shots on her make an artist drop
Nigga, damn (Lit)
Nigga, damn (Ayy, ayy, yeah)
Nigga, damn
Keisha got a G5 body (Body)
Tisha know how to ride that stick like a 'Rari ('Rari, yeah)
Tina walk around with a back like a Hummer (Yeah)
Dropped out of school to get the bag and go dumber (Dumber)
Was in med school, now the meds make the number (Oh)
Outside, bold and beautiful for the summer
She don't wait on men, but wait a min' for the summer (Wait)
Sittin' in the 7, goin' on my tenth summer (Mm, yeah)
Owe it to my fans how we doin' these numbers (Mm)
Way I lay the pipe, might quit the job and be a plumber (Mm, let's—)
Whip the land a lot, but we treat it like a Tundra (Yeah)
Tour 'round my city, let me show ya (Yeah)
Got the basement lookin' like the forest (Yeah)
She seen the whips, now she tryna park some (Yeah)
Ayy, ayy, ayy (Lit)
5 a.m. in the parkin' lot
Four black trucks takin' parkin' spots
She reached in my pants to see I'm soft or not (It's lit)
I'm hard as a mother****er, Scott La Rock (It's lit)
I gave her good dick, the type her heart'll stop (It's—)
Them ass shots on her make an artist drop
Nigga, damn (Lit)
Nigga, damn (Ayy, ayy)
Nigga, damn
Away, away, away, away
Away, away
Away, away, away, away
Away, away