LYRICS
作词 : Mikey Taylor/Samar Jackson
作曲 : Mikey Taylor/Samar Jackson
Pretti
Kill yourself
Bee
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
What?
G-get it, girl, slay, slay, slay, slay
Fvck up your world, fvck up your world, shit
'Cause you my bae, bae, bae, bae
Get what you deserve, get what you deserve
Can you just please say something? Heh, heh
She look at me right now like, "What you want?"
I look right back at her like, "You wan' fvck?"
With my gang, gang, I smoke Candy Paint and White Runtz, mama
Knew I was the one like Takeoff (Rrr)
Ain't none of my brothers ever got they chains took
I got hoes on Facebook, ain't never been on Facebook (Woo, baby)
P-pussy boy done got his stick took
With a bad lil' thing, she put on some blazer
Man, it's hard to find some hoes outside with no makeup
And I'm with your ho, she inside countin' paper
That's how it goes when you blow, I'm out of control
Keep my guard up, wipe your nose (Slatt)
You're a target, grab my blunt, I spark it
Flyin' on this carpet, charged up, no sparky
I don't need no lightning, n-nah
Ho, automatic ho
Steady uppin' dogshit, you wouldn't even know (pretti)
Huh, btch, I've been a pit, barkin' at the hoes
Btch, I'm too legit to quit, nigga, I'm a pro
Huh, huh, yeah, we tote them things, yeah, swing ya pole
She like, "Baby, don't stop 'cause I'm gettin' close" (pretti)
Huh, btch playin' games like I got your nose
Huh, brodie hit a stain, told him keep close
Huh, I'd probably be rich if I ain't buy them clothes
Huh, I ain't need no condoms, she's a freaky girl, huh (pretti)
Change my skin to gold, You ain't even hit shit, nigga, you know
Know this shit hold my own weight, bet I'd stack that dough
She go Super Bowl, yeah, I'm fvckin' up her dome, huh
Know they think I'd hurt shawty, but I'm gentle though (pretti)
Replicas on my toes, it's Margiela, froze, huh, yeah
He still wear 350s, yeah, that nigga old
Huh, in your residential, don't be shy, lil' bro
Yeah, that boof gon' get you high, but I get higher though, huh
Hit her from the side, I'll get inside though, huh
Spills all in the ride, he made her clean it off the floor, huh
Why you tellin' lies? I got two eyes, they on my own
I love ATL, but Charlotte still gon' be my home (Slatt)
Yeah, why btch did you block me?
Btch, pick up the phone
Don't ignore the call, you know I hate the ringtone
Pretti
Kill yourself