作词 : Dominique Jones/Sergio Kitchens/Chandler Durham

作曲 : Dominique Jones/Sergio Kitchens/Chandler Durham

Hahah

Hey

Ohhh

Run that back

Turbo

Run that back

Turbo

You n***as bogus

I see the imposers

I used to sell yola

Trap on Motorolla

Spittin' these vocals

Labels think I wrote it

Slippery wet paints

The coupes are candy coated

Just left the bank

I need a bag to hold this

The streets like a farm

'Cause all we ride is horses

Let my face tell it

We done made a fortune

I'm ridin' with my dawg

And he ain't gotta question

I got a b***h like Keisha off of Belly

Police got dogs and they can't even smell me

Keep me a cup

I got a lean belly

Twentys on me I call 'em green relish

Balmain my jeans

If not they embellished

Too many vibes

They think I'm R Kelly

P H in the sky

We got 'em already

P J in the sky and I don't wanna land it

Creepin' at night

The vlone bandit

I prayed to the sky

And none of this was handed

Worked all my life

And now I understand it

Crawled up like a mouse

But I could never tell it

I got the sweetest sauce like jelly

Try disrespect me

You all get beheaded

I got the drip

They call me Dripavelli

I held him down

That n***a was my celly

F**k you f**k n***as

Never made me heartless

Thank God came and got me

Used to shop at Target

They cut out the coupe before we hit the market

We don't pack our bags

'Cause we gon' shop regardless

Backend I'm back in

Paid up for the party

I done came a long way from openin' up for Carti

Shades and my bracelets Cartier Carti

Police's cases

All that we avoidin'

The lean in my cup gettin' more and more muddy

I shown all my love

I've never been a bully

Got every color

Vlone hoody

Just jumped in the game

And still I ain't no rookie

I got this sauce cream and puddin'

I came with the drip

Got everybody lookin'

Cherish your blessings

Easily could be tooken

Send a front in

It's easy to get a book in

You n***as bogus

I see the imposers

I used to sell yola

Trap on Motorolla

Spittin' these vocals

Labels think I wrote it

Slippery wet paints

The coupes are candy coated

Just left the bank

I need a bag to hold this

The streets like a farm

'Cause all we ride is horses

Let my face tell it

We done made a fortune

I'm ridin' with my dawg

And he ain't gotta question

Yeah cash all my backends

I bought me a Patek

Addicted to cabbage

The money relax me

My mom and them happy

I bought them a mansion

I still rock the fitted

But I don't be cappin'

These camouflage denim like I just went campin'

They still can't believe that I made it they happy

I been gettin' money before I was rappin'

I'm ridin' in the Wraith like I play with the actors

No pleadin'

Arraignment ain't takin' no charges

My young n***a's solid

I know that he got me

He keep his mouth closed

I'ma buy him a foreign

Penthouse hotel suite whenever we're tourin'

How foreign my tint is

I still rock the Jordan

Packin' out shows

Love my fans they important

And I'm still in the trap

In the hood like a motor

Spend thousands on fragrance

She f**kin' my odor

I just started rappin'

I made me some millions

Man shout out Atlanta

I'm runnin' my city

These bracelets came healthy

They cost me a fifty

I leveled it up

I've been handlin' business

Gettin' twenty a night

Every day different city

I just keep puttin' this syrup in my kidneys

This the big one boy

This not the Jubilee Jubilee

I got Gunna with me

Rockin' vlone

Supreme

Yeah yeah

You n***as bogus

I see the imposers

I used to sell yola

Trap on Motorolla

Spittin' these vocals

Labels think I wrote it

Slippery wet paints

The coupes are candy coated

Just left the bank

I need a bag to hold this

The streets like a farm

'Cause all we ride is horses

Let my face tell it

We done made a fortune

I'm ridin' with my dawg

And he ain't gotta question

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