歌词
作词 : D. Curry/D. Ferguson Jr/T. Thompson-Schultz/P. Saint Fort/B. Chatman/K. Blocker
作曲 : D. Curry/D. Ferguson Jr/T. Thompson-Schultz/P. Saint Fort/B. Chatman/K. Blocker
(I-I-I-I'm working on dying)
Niggas tryna **** with the scythe, you get sliced, ho
Niggas tryna **** with the scythe, you get sliced, ho (I-I-I, yeah)
Niggas tryna **** with the scythe, you get sliced, ho (Oh, oh)
Niggas tryna **** with the scythe, you get sliced, ho (Damn)
Niggas tryna **** with the scythe, you get sliced, ho (Oh, oh)
Niggas tryna **** with the scythe, you get sliced, ho (Oh, uh, oh)
Niggas tryna **** with the scythe, you get sliced, ho (Woo, yeah, oh)
Niggas tryna **** with the scythe, you get sliced, ho (Oh)
Highkey, I'm feisty, I come through way too icy (Brr)
The swag's off the charts so that's why they don't invite me (Damn)
Spike Lee, come make a movie, booty Nick at Nite me
This beef? Come and shoot it, I don't **** with all that typing
I-I-I'm lit, you tryna act like you ain't hip
Now you better admit before I choose your nigga and send him a Lyft (Huh?)
I did it one time, I'ma do it again, like a hunnid percent (Okay)
'Cause bitch, I'm a pimp and I walk with a limp
And he worried 'bout rent and I worried 'bout rockin' designer
I admit it, I can't understand 'cause I'm better than them (I know right, the ****?)
And I wish a bitch would (Ho)
But they don't never say that shit 'cause this bitch could (Huh?)
I fix my lips to pop some shit because it feel good (Yeah)
I'm ridin' pretty with some bitties twerkin' on my hood (Haha, oh, forget it)
Niggas tryna **** with the scythe, you get sliced, ho
Niggas tryna **** with the scythe, you get sliced, ho (Yeah)
Niggas tryna **** with the scythe, you get sliced, ho (Oh, oh)
Niggas tryna **** with the scythe, you get sliced, ho (Damn)
Niggas tryna **** with the scythe, you get sliced, ho (Oh, damn)
Niggas tryna **** with the scythe, you get sliced, ho (Oh, oh)
Niggas tryna **** with the scythe, you get sliced, ho (Woo, yeah, oh)
Niggas tryna **** with the scythe, you get sliced, ho (Oh)
Big whip, get the money, can't pull up (Woo)
Link lookin' like a Fruit Roll-Up (Damn, yeah, oh)
Mink and the color bipolar
White and pink Rolls Royce when I roll up
Lemon in my teeth and it's froze up
And I'm all up in the cat like Doja (Yeah)
Bitch front get parked like Rosa (Woo-hoo)
Not Leah, I'm cut like [?] (Yeah, uh)
I'm cut like Bruce-a, the Lee (Uh)
Baguette is all on my sleeve (Yeah)
Got rubies that fall to my knees (Uh)
They think its spaghetti that's all on my tee (Right, yeah)
Ain't nobody ****in' with T (Right, uh)
Ain't nobody ****in' with D (Right, yeah)
Ain't nobody ****in' with me (Right, uh)
Ain't nobody ****in' with we (Right, yeah, right)
And I wish a bitch would (I wish, yeah, yeah)
We take from the rich and we give to ourselves (Yeah, yeah)
What's the point of me robbin' hood? (Yeah, yeah, damn)
Ultraground get the money, so give up the goods
I might have the stash in a new bank (Yeah, yeah)
Gotta keep the tool so
Niggas wanna **** with The Scythe
Niggas tryna **** with the scythe, you get sliced, ho
Niggas tryna **** with the scythe, you get sliced, ho (Yeah)
Niggas tryna **** with the scythe, you get sliced, ho (Oh, oh)
Niggas tryna **** with the scythe, you get sliced, ho (Damn)
Niggas tryna **** with the scythe, you get sliced, ho (Oh, damn)
Niggas tryna **** with the scythe, you get sliced, ho (Oh, oh)
Niggas tryna **** with the scythe, you get sliced, ho (Woo, yeah, oh)
Niggas tryna **** with the scythe, you get sliced, ho (Oh)