作词 : Ian Simpson/Dominique Simpson/Matt Champion/Isaiah Merriweather/Russell Boring/Jonah Abraham

作曲 : Ian Simpson/Dominique Simpson/Matt Champion/Isaiah Merriweather/Russell Boring/Jonah Abraham

Was at the cookout with my other, other, other man, mm

That done got me into some mother****ing trouble man

Texas boy, the way I love it, love it, love it, man, mm

All these new niggas they stealin' but it don't hit the same, uh

Feel it in your veins, uh, nigga, I love my gang

That's why I **** my gang, mm, why I **** my gang, uh

Ain't no play today, these ain't just 808s, uh

This a murder case, uh, this a murder case, uh

Ain't no pushin' me, uh, uh, I shake your head, it deceased, uh

Ayy, don't hit on me, uh, uh, if that boy ain't seen it

He lucky that nigga still breathin', I don't know what y'all seein'

Take my shirt off, run off, then I swallow that nigga's semen

Uh, done being humble so I had to flex

Way that I rack up my bands make 'em sweat

40 acres and a mule on my neck

Better to talk to me with some respect

Heard they ain't make it, I couldn't have guessed

I'll cut the ram that connects to your vest

And I'm chiefing the keef of a pound of the best

Doin' it right, takes a couple attempts

Had to keep climbing and catch the ascent

Made it look casual 'cause I'm the best

Studio gallery all on our wrists

Hold on exactly what do you suggest?

When I'm aiming, ain't no use for a vest

When I'm on Tinder, I get cream at the scene

And when I leave, it's grotesque, it's a finesse, yes

Way she throwin' it so fast you'd think she need some Tommy John

Surgery, nurse gon' pass me over, gimme that scalpel please

Diggin' through this shit like it was '06, polka jeans

Green Lamborghin' look like Bulbasaur, and his dad

Catch 'em all, bubblegum ain't allowed

Sittin' up on that terrace, drinking red wine with cantaloupe

Thousand-dollar phone, what the hell I can't answer for?

I can't see the haters man, uh, Harry Potter cloak

Let this shit rock, we come in like a landslide

They don't call me up, they hit the cell, don't hit the landline

Feet up sippin' hibiscus, I'll burn my damn tongue

Sea salt on that cookie plate, I call that Atlantic crumbs

She from Idaho, friends call her "tater thot"

She from outta town, she never seen the ocean, wow

She asked me, what's my favorite place to spend a lot? Uh

That depends, like an eight dough bagel box