歌词
作词 : Jeremiah Mark/Kris Smith/Mikey Taylor
作曲 : Jeremiah Mark/Kris Smith/Mikey Taylor
[Intro]
(Lumina; pretti)
[Verse 1: prettifun]
Huh, keep this shit steady
You can't hit me up if you ain't been bready (Kill yourself, haha, brr)
Now I take too long with a verse, give a second
And you know we all sin (Haha), bitch, I'm still Devil advocate
Got a Bad bit', yeah, her head bald like Eleven
If you scared, nigga, go the **** home, call the reverend (Go, go, go)
Huh, and I wanna teach you a lesson, huh
Find it hard to talk about with my Heaven
Take days, I take breakin' habit
It was noodles every day, now we have shit
Boy, you old and you washed, John Havlicek
Bitch, I need a whole, can't give a half a check, huh
VVS1s, diamonds studded on my neck, huh
Got her still cummin', we ain't even have sex, huh
How you go from Blood to Crip? Boy, you change sets
Put the nut on her lip, let her taste the kid
[Verse 2: Lucy Bedroque]
Huh, huh
They want sit, run us to the kid, yeah
She wanna sit right on top, she wanted to settle, hah
She said she miss my type, no one can do what I did, yeah
She said, "Meet me at the spot," but then roll up the spliff, ah
She said it's big like it's ****in' Clifford
Cover my wrist, make it ****in' glisten
Huh, they wanna know what's under
Mind your business, if these jeans are fittin' then it's wonder
It was simply business, money got this bitch here to plunder
It was simple fitness, I was tryna bust my Cartier
Niggas sippin' Actavis, but then they don't know how to act
Leave the game, I'm passin' dishes, bitch, you must be off the Act'
I had way too much of this one, bitch, I think I'm off the Act'
Think I'm breakin' out the system, they gon' think I'm goin' black
Whole time I'm goin' up, man, I don't hit the road, yeah (I still go up)
Lotta warm-hearted niggas I know come from the soil, yeah
[Verse 3: egobreak]
(Buh)
I'm a playmaker (Yeah)
I make plays, ho
I'm a rainmaker, come and catch these pesos
Let the gang take you, I'm where you just can't go
Think I'm walkin' down, but I won't take the bait, no, ho'
Walk down with that "Phew," I let it bang, ho, oh (Brrt, yeah)
Mikey got that "Phew," he let it sing, ho, oh (Brrt)
You don't got no sticks, yeah, what a shame, oh, oh
Oh, oh (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, big bands
Too much money in my pocket I need big pants
Talkin' all that shit you get turned to a kickstand
Way too fly, we had to dip, can't get no flicks in (Yeah)
When she done with you, she go and **** the next man (Buh, buh, pshh)
Damn, I'm sorry, you must thought that you was special (Let's go)
Off the 'za, I start to fly like I drank Red Bull
Who you think that you be pressin'?
Bitch, I'm fed up, I'm not impressed, bruh (Yeah)