作词 : Navraj Goraya/Symere Woods/Andrew Franklin/AMIR ESMAILIAN

作曲 : Navraj Goraya/Symere Woods/Andrew Franklin/AMIR ESMAILIAN

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah (Ayy, ayy, ayy)

Let's go (Let's go)

Shootout with a vest, but that boy, he still caught a headshot (Oh-oh)

Bro can't shoot from down the street, his nickname, yeah, is "Dead Shot" (Oh-oh)

Bro just chased the opp until his legs stop

I just ****ed this thot and I just hit her with that leg lock, yeah (Oh, oh, oh, oh-oh)

My chest hurtin' when I be talkin' 'cause I'm smokin' dead opps

He think he a shotta, hit his top and take his dreads off

And I got these Perkies in my pocket like I'm tryna get these meds off

Me and Lil Uzi stackin' up so much guap, we'll pay the feds off

Evеry time I do somethin' right, they try to say I'm dеad wrong

I could **** your lil' bitch in my whip, I treat it like my bedroom

Pulled up in a coupe, no, I didn't have no headroom

My niggas about that murder gang, I call it red room

She let me hit in the car, you know that backseat got some leg room

I just took half a pill from Pluto, and I went to Neptune

When I'm lackin' confidence, my diamonds comin' to the rescue

Got shooters that watch my back, every time I sneeze, they be like, "Bless you" (Bow)

Put a check right on your head, no reason for me just to check you

Got cash on me like XO, I don't know what no lil' check do

And he could sneeze up on his song, but I still would not bless you

Walkin' on this beat and I ain't even got no dress shoes

The way that your girl be toppin' me off, I could tell she don't respect you

****in' her like a dog, she at my house, she watch my pets, too

Just got a brand new uzi, I'm with Uzi and we got TECs tooGot the water on my neck and I could easily get you wet too (Let's go)

Shootout with a vest, but that boy, he still caught a headshot (Oh-oh)

Bro can't shoot from down the street, his nickname, yeah, is "Dead Shot" (Oh-oh)

Bro just chased the opp until his legs stop

I just ****ed this thot and I just hit her with that leg lock, yeah (Yeah, oh, oh, oh)

My chest hurtin' when I be talkin' 'cause I'm smokin' dead opps (Opps)

He think he a shotta, hit his top and take his dreads off

And I got these Perkies in my pocket like I'm tryna get these meds off

Me and Lil Uzi stackin' up so much guap, we'll pay the–

Stack it up, stack it up, stack it up, stack it up, stack it up, stack it up, stack it up, stack it

Stackin' up this ****in' paper, to get to the top, you gon' need elevator

If you get to the top, yeah, come with the fade, if you get to the top, yeah, come with some haters

I was not good in school, but I'm stackin' the paper

Low land, 1600 shit, yeah, she give me brain, that's a scholarship

She don't know my name, but she love this dick

I'm too ****in' rich, I might pop my shit

Every time I pop my collar, yeah, it complement the fit

Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up, stepped on my Nikes, I'm gettin' a check

Havin' this money is really a flex, 1600 to the Rex', yeah

I know she ****in' with all of the rappers, but long as you tell me she love me the best

There ain't no contest, I'm gettin' my content, I love when she on it, she givin' me sex

Always use commas, got Fendi pajamas, street hoes like my problems, I put 'em to bed

I'm gettin' moody, I know she too bougie, she don't use a manual when she go to kitch'

I gotta get on my habits and check, had to go to the jet, couldn't walk up the steps

Go to the trap, I feel used to the Tes', I got birdies that fly far away from the nest (Yeah, yeah, yeah, let's go)

Shootout with a vest, but that boy, he still caught a headshot (Yeah, oh)

Bro can't shoot from down the street, his nickname, yeah, is "Dead Shot" (Yeah, oh, woah)

Bro just chased the opp until his legs stop (What? What?)

I just ****ed this thot and I just hit her with that leg lock, yeah (Yeah)