作曲 : Joshua Marchetta

If it's up then its' stuck hoe

Aye

If it's up then its' stuck hoe

Aye

If it's up then its' stuck hoe

Aye

Tell me hoe where yat hoe

Where yat

I just had to re-up on u hoes

I got bricks for the fix by the boat load

Ain't seen my feelings in so long

I do my thing on solo

Popping pills we gone run this shit back tho

Get you killed just for thinking that we act tho

Homicide wanna try me get ya back blown

3k for the sales so it's cut throat

On a PJ smoking on the E-way

I got zaza running thru my arteries

Catch me outside forty on leave ya eyes wide

Really u ain't seeing me

Run it up,pussy hit that relay

Double back shoot again

Press you like repiad

I been up

What it is?

Stretch em like a freeway

On the real,Ima blow a pound

Like some TNT

LA VIDA LOCA

Pouring lean in my soar

Smoking gas till she choke out

I'm smoking gas till we go up

Babygirl I'm just tryna make sure

All these diamonds on my neck like the polar

Cool mill in my account looking colder

Two tier double deck when I pour out

Pop my seal I'm a need another drink hoe

TT'D off the foam how I be Hoe

And that mac keep grip while I sleep hoe

And my net worth rolling to the beat

I just popped another pill on ecstacy

Bitch wanna top me with my feet up

Big friend for the money need the E.R

DAMN

Push a little couh,baby this ain't no fiar

Glip lone knee high pushing back ya weave

Kick on the AR like a horse knock you off ya feet

Run it up We hot!

Tell my opps stay close

I'll show how I roll

From the north to the south shore,run that shit back,tell em fill me up

If it's up then its' stuck hoe

hoe

I just had to re-up on u hoes

I got bricks for the fix by the boat load

Ain't seen my feelings in so long

I do my thing on solo

Popping pills we gone run this shit back tho

Get you killed just for thinking that we act tho

Homicide wanna try me get ya back blown

3k for the sales so it's cut throat

North side shawty wet,hit em with the womp womp

GLE Take off with your bitch

Bye HONK HONK KING KONG BIG Ding Dong

You see these dogs outside?Just know I'm upstairs going hard (Bitch Bing Bong)

Who the **** said that I done changed since I got racks

Rather me twin bed at my mom and dads recording in that shack

Say you got them WMD's,but you Iraq

Invade you like I'm bush and find out uou ain't got jack

**** that

Heres a gun,put it down,You gone clutch that

Rat tells self defense had to bust back

Why you throwing up?

Boy,where ya nuts at?

Butt back bitch I ain't tryna **** yet

No ****s left get off of my dick hoe

Bar baby pill poppa wet big moe

Wet biggalo,****ing hoes like a gigolo

Titty baby grey the color till the funeral

Quarter mill for my powder bag

I ain't flipping for a profit

I'm strung out

Pressing a gun against my eye socket

My wrist look like the night sky

Glistening the drug useage at an all time high

$uicide

Ready to die

All my patnas down to ride soon as I text em to slipe

I'm begging youll hide

Peeking out

Bending the blinds

Cocking the nine

Staring down the barrel

Youll get lead through your eye

Leaving you blind

Oddy like hammurabi

Chopping bitches bodies like my dick was a shotty In

Ain't a hobby

It's what the **** I do

I ain't playing this ****ing game of who's?WHO?

Been had the drip

But the whip us new

The whole dash is covered in blue residue

Give me all the smoke and the bad juju

Playing arenas but I ain't vood