作词 : Angelo Callari/Brian J Wolf/Craig Michael Scheuring/Jason Goldberg/Kentrell Gaulden

作曲 : Angelo Callari/Brian J Wolf/Craig Michael Scheuring/Jason Goldberg/Kentrell Gaulden

[Intro]

Look, look, look, huh, huh

[Verse 1]

Sick of ***** niggas from the city with that rappin'

They know I make it happen, I ain't rappin' (Uh-uh)

I'm on ****, man, *****, and I'm actin' (Yeah)

He'll diss me, *****, and I smashed him (Haha)

Pop your top with that, it's up and stashed, it came so back together

*****, I do you dirty, come through, swervin' with that black barretta

Rolling Loud, want million-dollar cash, what 'bout Coachella?

I want that shit that make you flash, 'cause it smoke better

Racks on a nigga ho', racks, I just do it better

Racks, that lil' nigga broke, I put his ass on top to stretch

I'll rob you on the second time I met you, *****

Talkin' 'bout beefin', when I meet you, greet you with a blitz

Man, I hate a ***** nigga

[Chorus]

Yeah, I once had to shoot a ***** nigga

***** boy, I see you lookin' at me

I had them young niggas in yours, waitin' in bushes, nigga

Youngin pop out, wavin' with the rod, and he tryna cook a nigga

I'ma act bad, and I'm gon' flash out these thirty jiggers

Yeah, that's my feelings 'bout my cousin, and we murder niggas

I'ma get him zipped, straight out the rip, that's if he swervin' with you

Claim that he rare, know who he is, he got 'em savin' with you

I'm a big truck (What?)

Roll out them pills, inside the feel, I can not slip up

We don't give no ****s, nigga, play, we tryna kill somethin'

Tryna get my **** sucked, tell lil' mama, "Let me feel somethin'"

[Verse 2]

I really be gone on Thanksgiving, them niggas inpersonatin'

Them ***** niggas, they ain't 'bout nothin', and it's two souls to hate me

I'll rob you, *****, I'll shoot you, *****, I'll jack you out your paper

Take all my chains off, jumped in with five, I'm tryna face 'em

I don't trust no *****, no

I know that that ho' gon' **** on anybody livin' room

Nah, I'm with that street, come from that trench, pullin' kick doors

They won't let me body, wanna see a nigga fall down

Want me to help 'em out or slit my throat, because they been broke

[Chorus]

Yeah, I once had to shoot a ***** nigga

***** boy, I see you lookin' at me

I had them young niggas in yours, waitin' in bushes, nigga

Youngin pop out, wavin' with the rod, and he tryna cook a nigga

I'ma act bad, and I'm gon' flash out these thirty jiggers

Yeah, that's my feelings 'bout my cousin, and we murder niggas

I'ma get him zipped, straight out the rip, that's if he swervin' with you

Claim that he rare, know who he is, he got 'em savin' with you

I'm a big truck (What?)

Roll out them pills, inside the feel, I can not slip up

We don't give no ****s, nigga, play, we tryna kill somethin'

Tryna get my **** sucked, tell lil' mama, "Let me feel somethin'