作词 : Symere Woods/JORDAN T. ORTIZ/Brandon Terrell Veal

作曲 : Symere Woods/JORDAN T. ORTIZ/Brandon Terrell Veal

Straight bars

Bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bah (I'm Working on Dying)

Got a b!tch, yeah, she look so good

But on the real, she in denial

Diamond water, yeah, it look like a river

Look like I'm standing in the Nile

If you really didn't get the last line

Then your level on the brain of a child

Pay attention, better do the right thing

Or your ***** ass still workin' at Sal's

I'm the n!gga make your b!tch wanna pop (Yeah)

I'm the n!gga make your b!tch wanna pop (Yeah)

I'm the n!gga make your b!tch wanna drop (Yeah)

I'm the n!gga that your b!tch wanna top (Yeah)

Man, she going dumb, she don't stop

Put it in her mouth, make her jaw lock

Hellcat faster than your whip, stop

So why would I tell her 'bout the whips that I got?

I'm the n!gga make your b!tch wanna pop (Yeah)

I'm the n!gga make your b!tch wanna pop (Yeah)

I'm the n!gga make your b!tch wanna drop (Yeah)

I'm the n!gga that your b!tch wanna top (Yeah)

Man, she going dumb, she don't stop

Put it in her mouth, make her jaw lock

Hellcat faster than your whip, stop

So why would I tell her 'bout the whips that I got? (Yeah, let's go)

Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop

Pop that ass, pop that ass, do the dash

I be runnin' out of gas

Every time I go to the mall just to pop the tags

I don't really count nothin' at the mall

First time at the mall, copped it all

Said, "A hundred thousand," so I dropped it all

And that wasn't my whole bankroll

Body roll, waist roll, waist roll

Make a b!tch do what I say so

Waist trained, got a b!tch, taste just like ice cream

Read her text, she said, "Girl, I scream"

Shot a n!gga with a 17

Lil Uzi, yeah, I'm from the 16

Got a million, no Christine

Neck gleam, wrist gleam, fist gleam

Lil' n!gga but I'm doin' big things

You ain't ever seen a n!gga this clean

Pants cost two K, big jeans

And my shoes cost like sixteen

Hunnid, n!gga, that's just what I bleed

Turned a dead n!gga to a blunt of weed

And that last boy taste like Reggie

'Cause I just lit up Philly

I'm the n!gga make your b!tch wanna pop

I'm the n!gga make your b!tch wanna pop

I'm the n!gga make your b!tch wanna drop

I'm the n!gga that your b!tch wanna top (Let's go)

I'm the n!gga make your b!tch wanna pop (Let's go)

I'm the n!gga make your b!tch wanna pop (Let's go)

I'm the n!gga make your b!tch wanna drop (Let's go, let's go)

I'm the n!gga that your b!tch wanna pop (Yeah)

I'm the n!gga make your b!tch wanna pop (Yeah)

I'm the n!gga make your b!tch wanna drop (Yeah)

I'm the n!gga that your b!tch wanna top (Yeah)

I'm the n!gga make your b!tch wanna pop (Uh-huh)

I'm the n!gga make your b!tch wanna pop (Ew)

I'm the n!gga make your b!tch wanna drop (Yeah)

I'm the n!gga that your b!tch wanna top (Yeah)

Multi b!tches

Multi, multi, multi, multi, multi-grain on my granola bar

Got a multi, multi, bow tie when I rock my Dior

Multi, multi, multi, multi, multi-million dollar deals (Let's go)

I'ma keep it real, I was runnin' a marathon when I'm on a body like my name Mill (Let's go, let's go, let's go)

I'ma make her kneel, beggin' on her knees

Beggin' me please, so she can see the deal

I ain't never lackin', I ain't never love her

Been alone from little boy so I don't need your opinion

I been gettin' money, n!gga, I been gettin' plenty

I can fxck a b!tch, make her bounce on a Bentley

I was on a perky 30, she was on the Henny

Wait, she was fxckin' you, who? Your cousin Vinny?

That boy rat, he mouse, she Minnie

Fxckin' that b!tch, and she call it business

No, this is not no Avianne, not talkin' 'bout Jimmy

Kill these n!ggas everyday like they Kenny

If you want money, back Crawford like Cindy

And if you want more, then you better get near me

I flex on my haters, pull up to a .50

Yo' b!tch on my d!ck and her breath smellin' minty

I went to the store and got me some Vetements

Pradas and Balenci', Balenci', Balenci'

I spend it all on that lil' b!tch

Balenci', Balenci', Balenci', Balenci', Balenci'

Balenci', Balenci', Balenci', Balenci', Balenci'

Balenci', Balenci', Balenci', Balenci', Balenci'

I'm movin', I'm drippin', got sauce and I'm swaggin'

'Cause it easy with your b!tch on me, no, you can't kiss me

I'm the n!gga make your b!tch wanna pop (Yeah)

I'm the n!gga make your b!tch wanna pop (Yeah)

I'm the n!gga make your b!tch wanna drop (Yeah)

I'm the n!gga that your b!tch wanna top (Yeah)

I'm the n!gga make your b!tch wanna pop (Yeah)

I'm the n!gga make your b!tch wanna pop (Yeah)

I'm the n!gga make your b!tch wanna drop (Yeah)

I'm the n!gga make your b!tch wanna pop (Yeah)

I'm the n!gga make your b!tch wanna pop (Yeah)

I'm the n!gga make your b!tch wanna drop (Yeah)

I'm the n!gga that your b!tch wanna top (Yeah)

I'm the n!gga make your b!tch wanna pop (Yeah)

I'm the n!gga make your b!tch wanna pop (Yeah)

I'm the n!gga make your b!tch wanna drop (Yeah)

I'm the n!gga that your b!tch wanna top (Yeah)

Pop, pop

I'm Working on Dying

Drop, drop

What the fxck?