歌词
作词 : Warren Hui
作曲 : Warren Hui
Go get it
Okay, I stack it, I'm back, I'm better, I'm fresh
I'm making that bag in West
No umbrella, my shirt get wetted, I had to count blessings alongside checks
That's my brother, my friend, my bro, no h*es, no industry man I dap
In my city, my b*tch, my crib, my sh*t, gotta give it all back to the fam
Yeah, don't test, I'll pass like SAT, I'm better now, most don't wanna contest
Black on black, my sweater on cams, kill a verse then I dip 'cause I am too fresh
Stats worldwide, got 'em all connect, many men regret for the times they slept
Cancel ties, got 'em all upset, many friends say you up, but they all down bad
No JID
I'm 21 and I'm lit, but I'm not in the A
Aye
Still have you sonning, I'm pretty new to the game (Yeah, I’m new to this sh*t)
Cut all the cameras, I'm acting the same, like I'm Jason Statham
Same chains on, but I don't link up fake h*es 'cause I'm too impatient
If the bag on my mind I get it
Rotate it like I'm baggage claiming
Took flight, now I'm semi-famous
New life got me overthinking
Oops, I do not roll with y'all
Her p*ssy wet, but my d*ck be raisin'
New ice, how I cool my aching
What the f*ck do y'all be saying?
Humunahuma like Snoop Dogg
But I f*ck with the Migos and sh*t
Jump in the function and give me that check, I don't wanna revisit
I'm in China, and my h*e say I'm tripping
Changing climate more than clothes in my videos
Whoa, better pay your attention, my city gon' pay respect 'cause I'm different, I'm yeah
I'm gifted (wrap it up)
Admit it
I'm getting that
I'm winning, aye
So many digits I'm counting like all of my friends' names are Christian (I'm Catholic tho)
Pray for the fam while you still on my d*ck since omomo, my gold don't rust out, this a permanent pendant, I keep it stayed on 'cause it balance the sinning
Okay, I stack it, I'm back, I'm better, I'm fresh
I'm making that bag in West
No umbrella, my shirt get wetted, I had to count blessings alongside checks
That's my brother, my friend, my bro, no h*es, no industry man I dap
In my city, my b*tch, my crib, gotta give it all back, gotta give it all back, gotta give it all
Look
Momma told me not to sweat, aye
That's what got me the success, aye
That's what got me in a mess, aye
Who won't love it if it's bands after an event, and I brought the friends jacket from Japan, Human Made the shirt, Hue done made a shirt, sell it if I can, Warren still a fan, yeah
Man, my worst fear isn’t selling out
And my homie like, what are you saying now?
If it's not 'bout this, what are you praying 'bout?
Love my dawgs, but they not here to play around
Uppercut way my jaw got the hitting now
And it took to be down and their f*cking doubts
Can't escape from the past, so I'm spitting it out
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