作词 : Young Adz/Dirtbike LB/Lil Pino

作曲 : Young Adz/Dirtbike LB/Lil Pino

I don’t wanna get it

But I don’t know where to go tonight (Mm, nah, nah)

(Mm, nah, nah, nah)

Ghost Killer Track, bébé

Yeah

Grown man, I ain’t in my feelings on the ‘Gram (No)

Slow down, now, I’m only schemin’ for the fam’ (Yeah)

We both rap, but, I ain’t competin’ with you, gang

Tryna cop a crib in yard, so, when you see me, gotta tan (Ski-eh)

I’m glad you came, I felt so lonely

Glad you came, I felt so lonely (Lonely)

So glad you came (So glad you came)

Yeah, and you be snappin’ what I got you, showin’ people what I bought you (Yeah)

All your hatin’ cousins better watch the way I spoil you (Yeah)

All them jealous bitches that was hopin’ that you leave

Hope to see them diamonds on you and it makes them weak

‘Cause your friend got a man that beats her up and ****in’ cheats (How?)

But tryna give my lady a vibe, she gotta cheat

Toast to them bitches, toast to them nigga (Gah)

Not a Tweet, driving lessons, hundred grand Jeep (Ski-eh, ski-eh, ski-eh)

Fast car like Lewis Ham’, Ham’, Ham’

Thirty-two degrees, golden tan, tan, tan (Ah)

I think I’m your number one fan, fan, fan (Ah-hah)

How you so elegant and so gang, gang, gang? (Uh-huh)

Two-hundred on the dash, autobahn, bahn, bahn

So elegant, and still gang, gang, gang

So elegant, and still gang, gang

Don’t worry ’bout your ex

No nigga **** my lady, but me, that’s my biggest flex

Yeah, I’m with the bro (Yeah)

And he can’t put his pole down, that’s all he knows (Uh)

Sort your mummy issues out ’cause when you grow, don’t show

Some the realest niggas I know end up breedin’ some hoes

Stayin’ on my feet, I been standin’ on my arm (Arm)

Rich nigga shit, I will never fold

If I hit the bitch, she ain’t ever talk (Yeah)

Fast life, I been reapin’ what I sow

Fast car like Lewis Ham’, Ham’, Ham’

Thirty-two degrees, golden tan, tan, tan (Ah)

I think I’m your number one fan, fan, fan (Ah-hah)

How you so elegant and so gang, gang, gang? (Uh-huh)

Two-hundred on the dash, autobahn, bahn, bahn

So elegant, and still gang, gang, gang

So elegant, and still gang, gang

Don’t worry ’bout your ex

No nigga **** my lady, but me, that’s my biggest flex

Body count, I love the bitch, that’s why I’m with her (Why I’m with her)

My lil’ boo on the beach, we eatin’ dinner (Eatin’ dinner)

Kinda crazy you been changin’ how I think (Ski-eh)

I’m just watchin’ Sky Sports in this Range, you know how I’m in

Made a mill’ and all the patience was a thing (Yeah)

Said you’re with me, but, you wasn’t fully here (Fully here)

Said that you’re glad that I came “I’m home” (I’m home)

Said that you’re glad that I came “I’m home” (You did)

Off a Perc’, remember me that night? I was feelin’ vulnerable (Yeah)

Off a thirty, should’ve took a five, irresponsible

Ate the pussy on a dirty Sprite, I was swallow-able

Flip a dirty 9, I feel them niggas comin’ close (Close)

Pretty bitch with confidence, I love it when you moan (Uh-oh)

You thought you so OB, that was Beezo, that’s the cologne

I pull up Lewis Ham’, Ham’

Thousands on your skin tan

I’ll let you glow

Fast car like Lewis Ham’, Ham’, Ham’

Thirty-two degrees, golden tan, tan, tan (Ah)

I think I’m your number one fan, fan, fan (Ah-hah)

How you so elegant and so gang, gang, gang? (Uh-huh)

Two-hundred on the dash, autobahn, bahn, bahn

So elegant, and still gang, gang, gang

So elegant, and still gang, gang (Ski-eh)

Don’t worry ’bout your ex (Ski-eh)

No nigga **** my lady, but me, that’s my biggest flex

Real man, I ain’t in my feelings on the ‘Gram

Slow down, now, I’m only schemin’ for the fam’

We both rap, but, I ain’t competin’ with you, gang

Tryna cop a crib in yard, so, when you see me, gotta camp

I’m glad you came, I felt so lonely

Glad you came, I felt so lonely

So glad you came (Glad you came)

Yeah, yeah, yeah

So glad you came (Glad you came)