作词 : MAXIMILIANO LUIS

作曲 : MAXIMILIANO LUIS

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yo, yo, yoo, oh

Woke up just thinking 'bout copping that Spyder

Walking right in and pull out with a title

Wunna, lit like a lighter

Popping my sh*t, make these niggas don't like us

Yeah, we like disciples, on top of yo' roof, you can see all the snipers

You hear me, this not a cypher

I peeped that nose, imma wipe it

Back in New York, got me rocking my Timbs'

Pocket like pimp, imma pop on a shrimp

Can't take her shopping, yo' money too slim

She suck it sloppy, got marvelous lips

Served a few batches, know drugs bring me cash

I don't gotta pay tax, take it high to thе rim

Swerved through the dash and that shoе hit the gas

I been living life fast and I love how it is

I'm far from stingy, you know how it is

Tell me the business, we gon' get it done

Get you some straining, they know what it is

Popped him in Linux and still got a bun

You can try burying the kid, don't know I'm a seed

All I need is the sun

Everybody think they the one, so it's best you keep you a gun

Cap like you up, but you 'bout outta luck and yo' outfit and sneakers ain't nun

This a Backwood, I don't smoke outta Dutch, you know this weed strong as a skunk

Call for my cougar, yeah she a lil older and want me come over for lunch

Putting it right where she blush, keep all our business on hush

Woke up just thinking 'bout copping that Spyder

Walking right in and pull out with a title

Wunna, lit like a lighter

Popping my sh*t, make these niggas don't like us

Yeah, we like disciples, on top of yo' roof, you can see all the snipers

You hear me, this not a cypher

I peeped that nose, imma w