作词 : Sheyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph/Jacques Webster/Leland Tyler Wayne/Douglas Whitehead

作曲 : Sheyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph/Jacques Webster/Leland Tyler Wayne/Douglas Whitehead

I took a ballerina down to the ball ance

Met a couple ball players, found a ball stance

Now we in the bathroom she found a ball face

Took some shots and balled out [?] stall taste

I can't even go inside, my old hoes might hear

I might need to hit the town, I need you right here, right here

'Til she reached in the trunk and found a nina, I told her, "Baby, that's Nina Simone"

Ayy, drivin' through he liquor store faded, drained

Hands in this mother****er wavin', hazy

80s like the 90s and 2000s (Tuh-tuh-tuh-tuh-tuh)

Drivin' through this mother****er wildin'

Ayy, Brady servin' packs, they come in bunch

I been with the choir on a high note gettin' Cnotes

Different presentation to this vibe, you need a keynote

Blazin' 'round this mother****er, I ain't sendin' vetos

Ain't no stoppin' shit or stoppin' licks, them boys on G-O

Baddin' out the 504, I saved his name as "Creole"

Balance when I'm on the road, I get the and get the go and T-O

Dominatrix matrix when she do it like I'm Neo

[?] they lockin'

Mama said live up to my name, but they jockin'

They gon' try go and take your face for the profit

They gon' lie, they gon' slip and slide, get beside ya

They gon' try, we a hundred deep like Verizon

In the trees with the bumble bees on horizon

Ain't catchin' Zs, hoppin' in the V, on road to Zion

Sell they souls, hoppin' in that mode that I ain't buyin'

He ain't Slaughter Gang, then he ain't official (Yeah)

When that chopper sing, you really think that they gon' miss you?

I spent a half a million dollars on dismissals

It's gon' be a hearse, not a verse if I diss you (Mhm)

Got me ****ed up, nigga, got me ****ed up (Yeah)

When I send it past the ceilin', that shit stuck up

All that talkin', actin' tough get you roughed up (21, 21)

If your wifey at the spot, she gettin' bust-up (21, 21)

Rich nigga, got my strap from Tommy Hilfiger (21)

Red, white, and blue, American, I kill niggas (Pussy)

Spray his block and pull off, this a real dipple (Skrrt)

Bottega pick my kind, but I'm a field nigga (On God)

I be sittin' inside the house 'cause I don't feel niggas (**** 'em)

**** with Baby, but my baby like to drill niggas (BabyDrill)

Claustrophobic, I don't even like to chill with 'em (21)

Get some faces, everybody say they real niggas (On God)

Got a whoopin', but, you still ain't learned your lesson, huh? (Pussy)

Hard-headed, you gon' end up on a stretcher, huh? (Pussy)

Oh, you Usher, now, you givin' out confessions, huh? (Pussy)

On the blogs like these hoes, oh, you messy, huh? (Pussy)

Put a Louis logo on my switch

I know Virgil probably lookin' down like, "Damn, this nigga back on that shit" (21)

Back inside the club with my blick (21)

Playin' freeze tag, shit, I'm tryna see who it (On God)

Niggas say we opps, when they see me, don't do shit (On God)

Only person believe you a killer is yo' bitch (21)

Makin' diss songs, this nigga died about a diss (Facts)

If I see my opps while I'm in cuffs, then I'ma spit (Pussy)

Wanna kill the world about your bitch 'cause she on dick (21)

Thinkin' 'bout the hoes that I'ma shit on while I piss (21)

You ain't heard my music, why you ballin' up your fists? (21)

Reverb on the chopper, it go, "Baow" when it hit (21)

He ain't Slaughter Gang, then he ain't official (Yeah)

When that chopper sing, you really think that they gon' miss you?

I spent a half a million dollars on dismissals

It's gon' be a hearse, not a verse if I diss you (Mhm)

Got me ****ed up, nigga, got me ****ed up (Yeah)

When I send it past the ceilin', that shit stuck up

All that talkin', actin' tough get you roughed up (21, 21)

If your wifey at the spot, she gettin' bust-u