LYRICS
作词 : Todd Page Jr/Evan McDonald
作曲 : Evan McDonald
(slayr)
Let me unlock my mind, all like
Yeah
(Where is reef?)
Five-star hotel, bust her like some shells, tuh
These niggas so frail, all they do is take them L's, yeah
I'm tryna sing to you like some Adele, tuh, yeah
Jacket so clean, I got on that Pelle Pelle, Pelle Pelle, huh
Tryna say you 'bout that shit, but I can't tell, can't tell
Free Phx about that chain, we need him here, need him here, tuh
Baby, I love yo' frame
I peep that rear, peep that shit, yeah
Why you worried 'bout them clothes?
What he would wear?
Be yourself, huh, shit
I couldn't believe that that was the ho I crushed
Yeah, shit, what?
I couldn't believe that that was the ho I wanted
Step to my guy, 'bout to pull up for bro
Murder the beat, it ain't nothin' she wrote
Oh, that **** nigga went inside the store
Too many blicks that I'm too pumped to tote
I'm in that bullyin' mode
Mean to everyone for 2025, huh
Yeah, it's just me and my ho
Yeah, she know together we Bonnie and Clyde, huh
Oh, that boy from the other side
Speak your truth before somebody lose they life
Huh, yeah, speak your truth before I ****in' lose my mind
Yeah
Party gone on weekend
Not judgin' you, just tryna get yo' freak in
Ain't nothin' wrong with turnin' up and drinkin'
Ain't nothin' wrong with turnin' up and drinkin' (Oh yeah)
She wanna get over me (On my brother)
She wanna get over me (Bet she wanna)
She wanna get over me (On my brother)
She wanna get over me (On my brother, yeah)
Ain't nothin' wrong with it
Don't take that tone with me
I can tell that you over me
Took my time, then I go to sleep
I can tell you gettin' colder feet
Just heat 'em up if you wanna get over me
I can tell you gettin' colder feet
Just heat 'em up if you wanna get over me
Yeah, courtside goin' crazy
You might as well just give me the ball
New life in the makin'
So high, hope I don't fall
Five-star hotel, bust her like some shells, yeah
These niggas so frail, all they do is take them L's, yeah
I'm tryna sing to you like some Adele, yeah
Jacket so clean, I got on that Pelle Pelle, Pelle Pelle
Tryna say you 'bout that shit, but I can't tell, tuh, what?
Free Phx about that chain, we need him here, yeah
Baby, I love yo' frame, I peep that rear, huh
Why you worried 'bout them clothes?
What he would wear?
Ain't nothin' wrong with turnin' up and drinkin'
Live from the bitty niggas, know what's up
Live from the bitty niggas, know what's up, live—
Ain't nothin' wrong with turnin' up and drinkin'
Live from the bitty niggas, know what's up
Live from the bitty—, live—, hol' on
(slayr) Hello?
(Oh my ****ing god) Oh my god
(Oh my ****ing god) Oh my god
(Oh my ****ing god) Tell 'em again
(Oh my ****ing god) Tell 'em again
(Oh my ****ing god) Tell 'em again