作词 : Taurus Bartlett/Joshua Luellen/Kevin Gomringer/Tim Gomringer

作曲 : Taurus Bartlett/Joshua Luellen/Kevin Gomringer/Tim Gomringer

Love could have you in a trance, you need to desperately wake up from

When it was time to dance, could always count on you to be my plus one

High on cloud nine from stomach butterflies, it's when that rush come

I gave that ungrateful bitch my all, that wasn't enough for her

No, I swear these hoes, you can't trust 'em

Baby, I don't want relations, I'm just tryna **** some

I'm just tryna drop a hit and make the club jump

But I hate that I was too deep and so young

I done spent two-thirty on a brand new Richard Mille

I been turnt up, I'm the youngest and the richest in my city

All on Twitter, on my dick, because that bitch can't gеt up with me

This rapper lifestylе lit, called it a quits and now she shitty, uh

In my bag, not in my feelings, do I miss it? No, not really

And I know these niggas envy so I'm clutchin' on my semi

With my goon squad, and we won't catch a temp so please, don't tempt me

Glock gon' do it's job and bro gon' blow that bitch 'til it get empty, uh

And for bro, I'd give my kidney up, shots, that's a hundred-sixty plus

Me and Liv just ****ed Philly up, ****ing hoes, I done bust plenty nuts

My count on zero, not no hero, nigga, I don't give any ****s

Adrenaline, that's why my fit go spazzin' out, let glizzies burst

Love could have you in a trance, you need to desperately wake up from

When it was time to dance, could always count on you to be my plus one

High on cloud nine from stomach butterflies, it's when that rush come

I gave that ungrateful bitch my all, that wasn't enough for her

No, I swear these hoes, you can't trust 'em

Baby, I don't want relations, I'm just tryna **** some

I'm just tryna drop a hit and make the club jump

But I hate that I was too deep and so young

Casamigos sippin', I'm so in it, I can't speak proper

She be doin' dicks from block to block, heard she's a street hopper

1300, baby but got love from my lil' re-rockers

Them slide, a stamp, bullet hits, ain't gotta ask who did it, we shot you (Oh)

For [?] and lil' bad bitch, you would get your hood hand

How to watch 'em gettin' put in the grave, them the same niggas I stood with

Bro'nem tryna ease that pain, every time that them ones lit

Accept all my mistakes, it's just one thing I wish I could fix

Niggas did way too much talkin', it's a lot of dead opps that I should diss

And really I'd be humbled, it's a lot of hoes that I could hit

'Fore I fall off or stumble, we extort niggas on some Suge shit

How the **** you gon' speak on what I did with my chances, you ain't never took risk

Love could have you in a trance, you need to desperately wake up from

When it was time to dance, could always count on you to be my plus one

High on cloud nine from stomach butterflies, it's when that rush come

I gave that ungrateful bitch my all, that wasn't enough for her

No, I swear these hoes, you can't trust 'em

Baby, I don't want relations, I'm just tryna **** some

I'm just tryna drop a hit and make the club jump

But I hate that I was too deep and so young