歌词
作词 : jayvon crump
作曲 : jayvon crump
制作人 : Finngotit
You got to know we guapin' (guapin'), pockets extra sloppy (what?)
Don't I love my vegetables? Extra cheese and broccoli (what?)
Don't Yung LA like to kick it like karate? (Karate)
Don't I be with J-Money (come on)
Servin' everybody? (Ay, I really be with J-Money) (come on, come on)
G-gotta know I pop shit, money long like Monopoly (Monopoly)
Y-youngest in my city with a milli
Like who toppin' me? (Who ****in' toppin' me?)
Whole lot of opps dyin', bullets flyin', just for droppin' three (droppin' work)
I heard he got hit and still survived, should've been RIP
Let me shut up, on probation now
But still be makin' sounds (makin' sounds)
Ain't no new guys in this bitch, who I be with
They chase shit down (they chase him)
Free Lil' Switches, soon as he get him a bond
I bet he be out that jam (out that jam)
Broke-ass opps gon' be in that bitch for a minute
'Cause none of them got no paper, paper (huh)
I don't wanna ****, say later, later, sippin' on Tris', my favorite flavor
He the type to speak on mine
**** droppin' dimes, I drop that bag (drop that bag)
Every car I had, know this shit sad, but I damn near crashed (skrrt)
It's alright, he like to hang out the window
Lil' bro stuck, all he know is to kick dope
Tryna tell twin to stop trippin' about that bitch
Ain't your fault that she goin' (ain't your fault, gang)
I gave racks to whoever I want when I got rich, no man, I'm on (no man)
Micro ARP tucked in my pants, sometimes this bitch be showin' (****)
Ain't gon' trippin', my ho **** up, that's on her, her chance she blowin'
Rich-ass nigga when I walk to the corner store
AP on and don't ID (don't ID)
I know that my ex-ho mad
I got a brand-new bitch, and I'm in my P (in my P)
She don't like when I'm full of these drugs
Get active whenever I'm off 15 (Percky)
Might just act a fool, get in that mood, damn near drop my ski
Whatever you wanna do, nigga, we can do it (we can do it)
Run up that bag, all I know is get to it (get to it)
Incognito, everything fully
You dumb if you think you can duck these bullets (brrt)
Ay, O-Off White shoes, I walk around with expensive feet (expensive feet)
Finna go drop 20 on my teeth, it costs to talk to me
It costs to talk to my bitch too
She really don't like none of you hoes (don't like you hoes)
Up the blick with ice all on my wrist, watch how the pussy froze
I say, "**** them niggas," they wasn't there
When I was down bad broke (down bad broke)
To my day ones, I can't wait 'til we back outside doin' shows
G-gotta know I pop shit, money long like Monopoly (Monopoly)
Youngest in my city with a milli, like who toppin' me? (Who toppin' me?)
Whole lot of opps dyin', bullets flyin', just for droppin' three (droppin' work)
I heard he got hit and still survived, should've been RIP (bitch)
Let me shut up, on probation now
But still be makin' sounds (makin' sounds)
Ain't no new guys in this bitch
Who I be with, they chase shit down (they chase him)
Free Lil' Switches, soon as he get him a bond
I bet he be out that jam (out that jam)
Broke-ass opps gon' be in that bitch for a minute
'Cause none of them got no paper, paper
None of them got no ****in' money, broke-ass opps
Wrong w-, **** wrong with these niggas?
Big BAK, nigga
Know we chase shit down (**** goin' on?)
Ay, come on
编程 : Finn
混音工程师 : Fam
录音工程师 : Fam
母带工程师 : Fam
人声 : BAK Jay