Aghhh

作词 : Jaelin Parker

作曲 : Jaelin Parker

[Intro]

(Okay, this bitch hard)

[Verse]

I love bad bitches, shit, they love me back

I don't care if it's paid for as long as your shit fat

I picture me behind you with your face just lookin' back

Got a switch on this big .45, sound just like a MAC

Ah, I wanna see the faces you gon' make when I'm in that

Ah, I wanna choke you up and grab your hair and rub your back

Ah, I'm bustin' off them pills, I promise she gon' make a mess

I'm the richest nigga that she ever ****ed, now that's the facts

Yeah, please don't get attacked

Yeah, she seen me, she attached

I remember making 5K off a play, now that's my jacket

My old bitch so lame, she hate her soul, that bitch ain't happy

Talk loud and you might get vanished

Better ask them boys what happened

I ain't wake up to no M's and you ain't signin', boy, do magic

'Cause put my name on niggas that don't even troll, they just be capping

Tryna pick what car I want, brand-new Maybach or 911

Tryna pick which Glock I tote, got a 32 or 27

Tryna pick what bitch I want, my bitches bad, they all elevens

I ain't retarded with this drank, in that two liter, I dropped a seven

Ah, I heard you niggas having secret statements, y'all been telling

Ah, if I can't get no head, then I don't ****, bitch, I can't settle

Yeah, all the labels offer me blank checks, they want me out

Yeah, I got bitches give you up my drawers, they all so selfish

My niggas know that I'm a clover, they is too, it's like we several

So all these diamonds on me now I hand picked, I know they special

Oh, he think he good, he walkin' 'round, just swinging—

He think he's good, he walkin' 'round, swingin' sour on his neck

I'm a rich—