作词 : Dominique Jones/Julian Mason/Kelton Scott II/Lontrell Donell Williams Jr.

作曲 : Dominique Jones/Julian Mason/Kelton Scott II/Lontrell Donell Williams Jr.

Used to dream of driving foreigns had to grab one

Of all my mama's children, I'm the bad one. I admit that

God gone have to call and tell me to give yo shit back

I was thuggin' way before Tony put Trevor on a shit bag

Lil' Juan got killed, it hit me been my nigga since elementary

Justin tried to make me go half on buddy lawyer, I wasn't wit it

All these niggas do is brag but go out bad, I just don't get it

They be poppin' on the gram, but they can't pop out in my city

Every charged I had dismissed, swallow my kids, you don't get no kiss

Ion play games but a nigga send blitz

Everything change when a nigga get rich

Glock with a switch, how a nigga gone miss

Made you that, now a nigga tryna diss

Some of this shit, I'm just never gone get

Ion **** around, I can still get bricks

Foes to the grave, I ain't never gone switch

Where the **** I'm gon' go?

She got everything Young Coco

I just gave my hood some more hope

We just sold another truckload

Bought her everythin' in Soho

She can't keep me on the low low

You know I'm a big bill (Ayy, yuh, yup)

2 fons sittin' up in my lap, can't even control the wheel

I gotta stary actin' more like a rapper and stop tryna kill

Some niggas wit me caught a body, keep it solid wit me still

Play wit us, I bet you call it off

They know big shiest take beef for real

Then the more I get to flashin', get to crashin', I ain't tryna chill

Yo, bitch gon' drop her panties

Diamonds dancin', I'm just standin' still

I used to go zip shit up for a ten

Now, it's gone cost a mil

Niggas don't never wanna put in work

Pick up my chop, know how I do

If you spot shiesty with baby

We slidin' round wit four carbons full

But them niggas just tired of gettin' bullied, we is not into it

When I see all them views watchin'

Wait 'til I put you up in a wood

9/11, we got eyes on 'em, bitches overstood

I pull up shootin' up in yo projects, say I can't go to my hood

Brr

Brr, brr

Ayy, yuh

Used to dream of driving foreigns had to grab one

Of all my mama's children, I'm the bad one. I admit that

God gone have to call and tell me to give yo shit back

I was thuggin' way before Tony put Trevor on a shit bag