作词 : Brian Imanuel/Warren Hue

作曲 : Powers Pleasant/Jacob Ray

Uh

Getcho mans

If you switching up then tell me in advance

Sticky hold red hundreds on my fingertips ayy

Chains swinging don’t know where the medal is ayy

Pullup with a b*tch she dance got on some heaven pants

B*tch we on a different rank I am the veteran

B*tch I equip my bands then I just do my dance

Kill streak sh*t on the game then i just represent

Mona lisas and picassos,

Bones are limp, i’m a child ho*

Culture vision, on a 5-0

Waves form when we out ho*

Came storm like it’s x men

F*ck with me you is dead man

And my pockets dead man

And I leap like i’m jumpman

Coach seats in the airman

Trophies, don’t compare em

What’s a grammy to a necklace? And my granny gave it to me

What’s a gram to a fake b*tch? Indonesian, what’s a language?

Think I’m speaking like a bad b*tch

Background on a whole different continent

Ho* we got different adlibs

Ho* we got different mothers

Ho* we got different cash

Ho* we got different chances

Ho* we got different culture

Rollin deep with my dogs you would think it’s a veterinary

I reach my goals by january

Got the eyes of a tiger katy perry

Getting married to the game

Little b*tch we not the same

And that b*tch p*ssy wet like johnny dang

And that b*tch done stole my 20k

And I’m joking, rollie pollie with the zaza

Sippin drank combine it with the foie gras

You goin’ need to bargain when you buy buy

I don’t got a problem with the harga

I’m the finished product you the mockup

Quit the xanny b*tch get your bars up

You too slow just get to the choppa

just woke up I get to the commas

You roll joints I’m rollin impalas

I do not write I’m telling my truth, when i get in the booth

I don’t f*ck with no judas, got mac no computers

Got so many sons I don’t know where the moon is

If you got a gang man I got a comuna

We pull up with goonies, but I’d rather sit in my peace like I’m buddhist

You f*ckin with groupies i get Mila Kunis

I’m geekin she gimme the face uh

I fell in love in the middle of covid she badder than Addison Rae, uhh

Your man did a post for that fashion nova 7 times and he never got paid, uhh

I told my girl hit mute on the zoom and now she taking off the parade, uhh

I took the fam to a trip japan for the week because that’s how we raised

Uh

Getcho mans

If you switching up then tell me in advance

Sticky hold red hundreds on my fingertips ayy

Chains swinging don’t know where the medal is ayy

Pullup with a b*tch she dance got on some heaven pants

b*tch we on a different rank I am the veteran

b*tch I equip my bands then I just do my dance

Kill streak sh*t on the game then i just represent

Woah! Woah! Woah! Woah! Woah!

Me and warren boutta kill this sh*t

It is getting scary get a crucifix

Thought I’m boutta leave but I renewed the lease

All the snake b*tches get a peace sign

Rewind that sh*t, remind that b*tch

We the kings fore he turn to ashes, don’t forget now b*tch

I’m the main u a background, ayy

Who the f*ck trynna go clash to clash with me

I’m practically the most savage the most braggadocios, boy that you’ve ever seen

I’m on caffeine, black jeans denim hold, bags and keys, you slow activis, I’m sippin tea

I’m limpin’, cause I got a whole game to carry!

At the top you can’t reach

Oh my god my Nikes, I’m Mariah Carey, got the check in December

You miss shots, like a sober man, who don’t join the mili-military

Missing, sign u on the side of dairy, where he go sh*t getting scary

I don’t fist fight, b*tch I’m pretty

Goddamn, I’m pretty, b*tch

And I’m back on the juice

I don’t play by the rules

I don’t work in a cube

We attack anything that’ll make any moves

I don’t make an excuse, be-fore you walk in take off the shoes b*tch

All you lil bois sippin’ on Trulys

I got blues but you so clueless

Mark my words I’ll act in a movie, lil b*tch

I got blue bills match with the pants they some blue jeans

With a bad b*tch in the side of this two seat

Schoolboy get his P’s and Q’s i be groovy

Yes I’m in the new scene

b*tch I got new keys

In Jacuzzis you be in the nosebleeds

Why they all moody, b*tch my bands be taller than Uzi

Get your mans, kick him out like Bruce Lee, ayy

Uh

Getcho mans

If you switching up then tell me in advance

Sticky hold red hundreds on my fingertips ayy

Chains swinging don’t know where the medal is ayy

Pullup with a b*tch she dance got on some heaven pants

b*tch we on a different rank I am the veteran

b*tch I equip my bands then I just do my dance

Kill streak sh*t on the game then i just represent

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