作词 : Miles Parks Mccollum/Tyron Douglas

作曲 : Miles Parks Mccollum/Tyron Douglas

Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm

Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm (Whew)

Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm

Yeah, look

Buddah blessed this beat

Psychin' out, bro pull a pistol on anyone

Hopped out the car with a big SK

Grip it under my arm like a minigun

Nigga think he can take any of my hoes

Sit back and watch him receive a Cinnabon

Run out and hop in some foreigns

Some hoes and my momma, the rest your turn and [?]

All of my exes look at me like, God, I turned a façade

Buy her a car but it's still in my name

And that bitch tryna leave, take it back like Rashad

Six-hundred thousand, I stuffed in the park

Ten different bitches, we made 'em hoes mosh

Maison Margiela soap when I wash

Give me that mouth, your body is [?]

Two different girls, I had bought for the **** bitch

Makin' so much guap, I don't know what to do with this shit

But I promise I'm lovin' it

Bitch is a burden, my momma, I'm dubbin' it

Double dishin' on the rims, I'm thuggin' it

[?] ex tryna X somethin' out

Niggas want smoke, tryna see what I'm 'bout

I want that bitch tryna live in her mouth, ha-ha

Niggas is not rich, on my momma, niggas cold, bitch

Niggas'll fold quick, look in his eyes, he sure a snitch

Uppin' that fire, uppin' his ass, bet he change, bitch

Left my hot-head brother home, he too dangerous

Oh, shit, rocky road, he not tough, he told

[?] my shows

Pull up with three model bitches, Coca Cola nose

Kamikaze middle of the party, my nose real extra snotty

Might deposit Mona Lisa profit, can't fit in no one's wallet

Hoes watchin', **** her on the dock where MLK died

My wrist tight up, watch worth a life

Trade it for a soul, rappin' on top with the pole

I can see your nose cold, h