作词 : Sheyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph/Durk Banks/Leland Tyler Wayne/Jahmal Gwin/Jahshua Brown

作曲 : Sheyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph/Durk Banks/Leland Tyler Wayne/Jahmal Gwin/Jahshua Brown

Baby, don't be slurpin' when my buddy get out, baby (Woah, woah)

Just back up, like (Woah, woah)

(Woah, woah)

Don't be nut-holding (Woah, woah)

And for you all **** niggas (Woah, woah)

Stay out the way (Woah, woah, woah)

On God (Woah, woah)

I'm in the Jeep with the doors off (21)

She in my spot with her clothes off (21)

Shot to the face, he dozed off (21)

Spinned that block and we rolled off (21)

Oh, you wanna speak on CJ? (21)

I'ma come knock your bros off (21)

Run around like you steppin' on shit, **** it, we just gon' cut his toes off (21)

I don't even got no face, my face burnt

Empty your pockets, you buck on a robbery, you get your face burnt (21)

I'm with them youngins, they love to spin, them lil' niggas stay turned (21)

I ain't goin' back and forth with no bitch, said I'ma chase her (21, 21)

Pop up out that cut (21), **** it, drop your nuts (21)

He was smokin'— okay, he got touched (21)

Draw down on your man (21), boy, you bеtter not clutch (21)

Every time that shit gеt spinned, they blamin' us (21)

Where they hood at, twin? Let's go flame it up (21)

Niggas lyin' 'bout to score, they need to hang it up (21)

You gon' get your Glock took tryna hang with us (21, man, what?)

I grew up on the Eastside where it's dangerous (Smurk)

I'ma speak to my brother killer (Facts)

They gettin' killed for another nigga (Facts)

How you gon' ride for another nigga in a different city? Y'all homies switchin' (Gang)

I can't talk, my voice bigger

Whatever you think, my boys did it (Did, hahaha)

YouTube record what niggas sayin'

He said he did, I know he didn't (Yeah)

I'm the man, I bring a million in cash around, don't rob or shoot us (Yeah)

Wasn't a dollar miss, ask any nigga in the trenches, that's on boost

I'll be saying the police ridin' when I be out outside (Cap)

They lyin', just lyin' (Rrah)

Them baby threats gon' make them change they line (Hey, lil' bro!)

They gon' get in touch, the city gave up on me, I ain't give a **** (I ain't give a ****)

I lost real members to them streets, I can't give 'em up (I can't give 'em up)

Not the clothes, but them opp hoes, I got my dickie sucked (Got my dick sucked)

Dede out for ninty, Boona fifty, **** that Bentley truck (Man, what?)

Going to court like we gon' trick on him, bro, what you did to him? (Pussy)

Losing back to back, they still ain't slide like that shit weird to him (Pussy)

County jail, he go on any deck, that shit get real for him (Get him!)

When I'm on papers, I'm goin' to visit Steve, free my man and 'nem (Free Steve)

And they almost got inside his head, what they sayin' to him? (Sixteen)

And all them killers that you look up to I'm the man to them

OTF4L (21, 21, 21, 21)

And I don't even be clickin' and linkin' with niggas

Pop up out that cut (21), **** it, drop your nuts (21)

He was smokin'— okay, he got touched (21)

Draw down on your man (21), boy, you better not clutch (21)

Every time that shit get spinned, they blamin' us (21)

Where they hood at, twin? Let's go flame it up (21, facts)

Niggas lyin' 'bout to score, they need to hang it up (21, facts)

You gon' get your Glock took tryna hang with us (21, facts)

I grew up on the East Side where it's dangerous (Yeah, yeah, man, what?)

We turn bullies to ashes (21), knockin' a guy out like cash (21)

Cut on that switch and I blast it (21), which one of y'all ass the fastest? (21)

I ain't even go to my classes, ****, I look like giving out passes (21)

Two hundred on all my dashes, all my opps be mustin' ashes (21)

I don't wanna argue on the gram, I'm tryna paint him red (21)

I don't even feel like ****in' right now, baby, just give me some head (21)

Every dog gon' have his day, so stand on what you said (21)

I can't wait to shrug my shoulders when you pop up dead (21)

He on the phone, gangbangin' wildly in the face (21)

Came home and tried to hang, that shit had me scared (21)

This bitch got her outside clothes in my bed (21)

You got some nerve, lil' bitch, my covers cost an arm and leg (21)

Miles Byrd with the slugs takin' off his legs (Paw)

Put that stick all in his face, knock out all his dread (Grrah, phaw)

Send a blitz, I ain't talkin', nigga, this ain't Ted (Pussy)

You feel some type of way, you pussy, 'cause you scared to say it (Pussy)

Pop up out that cut (21), **** it, drop your nuts (21)

He was smokin', okay, he got touched (21)

Dry down on your man (21), boy, you better not clutch (21)

Every time that shit get spent, they blamin' us (21)

Where they hood at, twin? Let's go flame it up (21)

Niggas lyin' 'bout to score, they need to hang it up (21)

You gon' get your Glock took tryna hang with us (21)

I grew up on the East Side where it's dangerous (Facts)