作词 : Destin Route/Miles Parks Mccollum/James Edward Johnson III/Benjamin Tolbert

作曲 : Destin Route/Miles Parks Mccollum/James Edward Johnson III/Benjamin Tolbert

[Verse 1: JID]

(Hey, JID, bro what good?)

My nigga, what's happenin'? I'm back in this ho

(What goin' on with y'all folks? I hope y'all straight)

**** all 'em crackers, I'm packin' the pole

(Ayy, **** all 'em stupid-ass racist bitches)

I gave them rappers they time at the podium

I ain't spoken, I ain't speak in a moment

It's been a minute, I was feedin' the homie

(Where the hell you been then, little bruh?)

Holdin' it down, keep my niggas afloat

(Oh, you mean like investin'? Like givin' back to the community?)

He in the mound with pounds of dope

(Oh shit, I see what you mean, boy, you hell)

She got the mouth and a throat of a

But be on the proud to go **** on my bro

You scandalous hoes, Olivia Pope

I'm having some motion

I'm having some brunch in Miami with Hova

I'm braggin', I'm boastin'

I'm Black as **** and just be draggin' my scrotum

I'm mad as **** at how they had or have us in ropes

Half don't have a daddy at home, half doing dope

Habitat and hazard, they having stones

Niggas hassling, running homes

Like a habit but amateurs, any whom

(Run through that mother****in' shit on the daily)

Look at me, drippy, he fresh off the boat

(Boy, where you goin', where you been, where you goin' to?)

Came for the crown on the head of a

(Exactly, nigga, roll that shit up then)

Half of an ounce in the pouch of my coat

I used to be surfing on couches and sofas

Needed a shower with water and soap

(Damn, lil dirty ass nigga, how'd you get that shit then)

I put that shit on my back for the team

(Don't bet protect yourself, nigga I know you ain't playin')

My chopper sing, Dion, Celine

(You mother****in' dog, he ain't playin')

One for my momma and one for my queen

And one for the drama, I'm causing a scene

They caught him traffic, I'm on twenty Es

I come from Atlanta, I'm Tony, I'm Tony Montana

I total my toe on my tag

And my brodie told me put my dope in a rap

While he rappin', dope, he put his hope in the trap

In a total package, I don't know if he baggin'

But niggas know who be holdin' it

Havin' in the hood constantly battlin' bad and good

I ain't mad them, all of us gettin' jugged

Now I don't give a ****

(Now you know your ass give a ****, boy)

Well, I gotta wrap this up

Gotta go to the cash, never had too much

Got a bag in a flash, then I passed you up

Your raps are wrapped, I can smack you up

In the cut in a cap with a lick, whippin' a lack on rims

I thought it was him (I thought that was you, my nigga)

JID catch a nigga workin' out in the gym (Oh, shit)

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]

Hmm

Ten in the house, put it right in her neck

Ten thousand dollars, put right on your ex

If he let his homies hype him high as a jet

I'ma green light it, we sponsor the step team

Wrap the Pelle through the [?] like a wet dream

Flew this bitch out, all I saw was her nipple

Shit felt like a movie with terrible sex scenes

Who's sellin' guns? [?] listens

I'm in Detroit damn near more than the Pistons

Last nigga play on my name came up missin'

So much demon work, damn near crossed the religion

No way that God would let all of this niggas stay high, I am livin'

I did too much for the next man I love

Been at the bottom, and look where it was

Trust me, it's easier, I'm gettin' up

Sunny side up, coupe was yellow like mustard

Workin' so hard, tryin' not to get flustered

Put on some restraint, could've bought Dave & Busters

I reserved all my feelings, I knew not to trust her

Niggas know Boat 'bout this shit, without question

Runnin' by six before I hop out the section

Rather by law sections before I lease

Walk with a limp, but I talk like a priest

It's us (Brr)

[Verse 3: BabyTron]

Easy or the hard way, I took the crack route

Ain't it crazy I never had to work the trap house?

Novak Djokovic, how I pull 'em racks out

Old girl think she cute cause she got her ass out

That's 2022 for you

Why you call him, "Bro," when it's time, he won't shoot for you (Why?)

You brought a pole to the fight, I got a nuke for you

I got a four, got a pint, got a deuce for you

I like it cold with some ice in my double cup

I'm off the flight, took the Sprinter, **** a shuttlebus

Moonrock in the blunt, I might hover up (Nyoom)

So much money in my backpack, I might pinch a nerve

Pull up in that big Hellcat, I might hit the curb

She done hit me with that one brain, man, this bitch a nerd

If she don't hit me with that one brain, then she gettin' swerved

Real roadrunner, no wheels, took the hound home

Too many blues in the roll, I can't count blood (Brr)

You want a handout? How about no?

Yohji Yamamoto, came a long way from Southpole (Huh)

Touchdown in two plays

ARP'll turn his Tuesday into doomsday

Ridin' 'round tinted, masked up like I'm Bruce Wayne

So much kick, it's Liu Kang mixed with Liu Kang, huh

Told her "Quit the playin', we ain't K-I-Ds"

Lil' bitch a fan, she just asked if I know JID

Say we owe you, shit, you must've missed the AIE

I mean the AEI, shit, I'm tired, been a crazy week

First rule was put up five every K I see

Told the bitch "Don't question me, I ain't A.I. sneaks"

ShittyBoyz DogShit Militia

You know what the **** goin'