
作词 : crzykid
作曲 : crzykid
编曲 : crzykid
i got foreign ho she finna coming back
we got drugs we got sex we got racks
trap time put da shit in da backpack
broke boy talkin tough, he get clapped back
spent 10 on a fit, no tags
she eat da dick huh like snacks
hop in da whip, it’s matte black
i pop a perc then relax
my all bih has big ass
i don’t do peace, i don’t talk thru shi
first one move, get dropped w da blick
i ain’t no rapper, i’m really on tip
stood over bro, made sure he got hit
caught him at night, had to pop dat door
he ain’t say shi, but he know what it’s for
don’t need no crowd, i do it on solo
drum on da chop, sound off like a gopro
i can‘t tell u something shi
sayin’ my name? better come w a vest
i aim for da face, i don’t go for no chest
ripped fuking thru his neck
now his gang look stressed
they postin’ his pic
but ain’t slid not yet
still in da trap with da K on my lap
he try to run, got dropped where he sat
brh off a bean, tryna tweak on da map
chrome in da dark, put a hole in his cap
she want my heart? better come with a strap
love get u killed, i ain’t fallin’ for dat
i got foreign ho she finna coming back
we got drugs we got sex we got racks
hop out da whip, i ain’t missin’ shi
scope on da chop, got a beam on it
say he a opp? put a dream on him
stand on dat car, let it ring on him
pop out da cut like peek-a-boo
say he got smoke? we see it through
glock got a drum, no peekin’ fool
blew off his head, dat street was cool