作词 : Colson Baker/Jeffery Williams/Martinez Arnold/Rodney Brown Jr./Ronald Spencer

作曲 : Colson Baker/Jeffery Williams/Martinez Arnold/Rodney Brown Jr./Ronald Spencer

Maybe there's a nat out here

You said what?

Oh my God, Ronny

Look, I got a ****** with somebody's name on it

I get up on 'em, I don't need no aim on it

Killed me a goat so my jacket got stains on it

Wipin' my nose like I got some ******* on it

Pulled out his coffin and ate me a plate on it

Called up his *****, showed my ****, let her lay on it

I'm in the trap house like Gucci and Zay on it

I see a soda, I'm pourin' an eight on it

I ****ed that ***** in a Wal-Mart, gettin' Tootsie Roll

I had that pack at the Westend, no Smith & though

He tried to front on me in front of friends and fam

I had his ***** in the back, what he didn't know, hm

I came a long way from bando

Now my boss is a flavor of candy corn

I walked up on a crack gang, what they hittin' for?

I keep the polish, I'm not talkin' steel toes

I hit a seven and picked up the dinner roll

I get the bread, then I **** me a centerfold

I bought a Perc' like my name is Gorilla Zoe

I'm from the place where the killers and sinners go

I just cut the grass and showed the mother****in' snakes

I took off my bandana and showed my ****in' face

Rose gold bandana, I tatted on my a-

Five thousand dollar soap every time I bathe (Ayy)

I just told her, "Maybe I mean what I say" (Ayy)

I don't really play and I hope you think it's shade

I had to jump down and ain't no remember ho

When I come back with this K, I'ma kill a ho (Woo)

Thought I wasn't gettin' no syrup

I put my cum on her face but I'm pitiful (Yeah)

I got a pack of them Skittles, bro

All different flavors and all different flavor type of hoes

All of them centerfolds (Hey)

Look, I got a ****** with somebody's name on it

I get up on 'em, I don't need no aim on it

Killed me a goat so my jacket got stains on it

Wipin' my nose like I got some ******* on it

Pulled out his coffin and ate me a plate on it

Called up his *****, showed my ****, let her lay on it

I'm in the trap house like Gucci and Zay on it

I see a soda, I'm pourin' an eight on it

Don't say RJ without mrLA on it

Got a machine gun and it got a K on it

You got a dead end, somebody gon' pay on it

I got a bed and your ***** wanna plank on it

Cut the ******* with the creatine, ayy

**** your dead homies and your memories, ayy

I got a gun, *****, auto and spray on it

I don't do lay away, I cannot pay on it

Foot on their neck and I swear I'ma stay on it

Can't rush my greatness so they gotta wait on it

You *****s too sweet, I could just put my bae on it

I **** on a granny, her hair, it got gray on it

Get you down bad, I'ma blow out her back

These *****s too slimy, I'm playin' with a sack

I got that stick, I'm equipped

YSL ballin' like we won a ship

These *****s are hoes, I'ma go all the way

Walk through the back, they take me to the VIP

I send her back just to get some more hip

Ass is so fat and it's soft as a lip

Gave her the D, now she lovin' the Crip

If he wanna play, got his name on the tip, uh

Look, I got a ****** with somebody's name on it

I get up on 'em, I don't need no aim on it

Killed me a goat so my jacket got stains on it

Wipin' my nose like I got some ******* on it

Pulled out his coffin and ate me a plate on it

Called up his *****, showed my ****, let her lay on it

I'm in the trap house like Gucci and Zay on it

I see a soda, I'm pourin' an eight on it

I ****ed that ***** in a Wal-Mart, gettin' Tootsie Roll

I had that pack at the Westend, no Smith & though

He tried to front on me in front of friends and fam

I had his ***** in the back, what he didn't know, hm

I came a long way from bando

Now my boss is a flavor of candy corn

I walked up on a crack gang, what they hittin' for?

I keep the polish, I'm not talkin'