作词 : Quinton Gardner/Brittany Collins

作曲 : Quinton Gardner

I couldn't believe it

Soon as I bought my Cuban chain she call me back

Soon as I ice out on my wrist she got attached

And see on dates she see this glizzy got attachments

For all these b***h ass n****s that try circle back

Sluggah got hit up in the party, did a dance

Sizzlac dead and they don't post him on the 'gram

Say free my n****s swing his knife all in the can

You see that cut, he couldn't shake he want him dead

Boy play with me, we got Glock's in Bnb's

And there's a difference from a robber and a thief

Taliban ain't do no drugs but when he kill s**t he get geeked

I knew that n**** was dead

When he popped up on my feed

My opps they crippin' but lately they had to bleed

See, uh, that Glock right on my lap not under the seat

Free my n**** he a nightmare he a dream

Hit the floor pray for my n****s for the mail they won't receive

They got my n**** behind the wall

And crodie kill so much s**t that he had to find Allah

And murder, murder, murder we broke more s**t than the law

Lil' b***h I hit that beat and watch that s**t just like a pause

On lil' bro, put 'em youngins in the car and tell 'em go

Wrap the plug if we can't get him to wrap his lil' bro

From the 6ix, but I got 36 all in the brick

My OG he so goofy he ain't know that I was hit

I couldn't believe it

Soon as I bought my Cuban chain she call me back

Soon as I ice out on my wrist she got attached

And see on dates she see this glizzy got attachments

For all these b***h a** n****s that try circle back

Sluggah got hit up in the party, did a dance

Sizzlac dead and they don't post him on the 'gram

Say free my n****s swing his knife all in the can

You see that cut, he couldn't shake he want him dead

Yeah, let's go

Uh, yeah

F**k the fake

Me and my n****s great

We gon' get this cake

Don't be a fool what they say

pop bottles like bitch, we made it

all it took was a little bit of patience

I'm different, you b****es basic

Yeah, still can't believe that I made it

Go to war with you 'round me

And **k a, ever thought of me

And grandma, grandma I know she proud of me, yeah

And I promise ain't no stopping me, yeah-yeah

Broke n****s make me sick, yeah

Gucci gon' match this fit, yeah

Everyday we lit, yeah

Get it how you live

Watch us all get rich

Make these haters sick

They won't believe it

I couldn't believe it

Soon as I bought my Cuban chain she call me back

Soon as I ice out on my wrist she got attached

And see on dates she see this glizzy got attachments

For all these b***h a** n****s that try circle back

Sluggah got hit up in the party, did a dance

Sizzlac dead and they don't post him on the 'gram

Say free my n****s swing his knife all in the can

You see that cut, he couldn't shake he want him dead