作词 : Britanny Fousheé/Jonah Christian/Dwayne Carter

作曲 : Britanny Fousheé/Jonah Christian/Dwayne Carter

Hmm, hmm-hmm, hmm, hmm-hmm

Hmm, hmm-hmm, hmm, hmm-hmm

Hmm, hmm-hmm, hmm, hmm-hmm

Hmm, hmm-hmm, hmm, hmm-hmm

They don't make enough paper

All this stream of thought spilling off my notebook

And they don't make the sane type anymore

All my homies got problems and

We self medicate

What'd you do today?

I stared at my phone for hours

Since the city's ****ed

Why don't we twist one up

Stretch out, hmm, hmm

They can't take our gold fronts away

Let 'em shine

They can't take our gold fronts away

Let 'em shine (Hmm, hmm-hmm, hmm, hmm-hmm)

They don't make enough days in a month

I got plans and they're all piled up (Ooh-ooh, yеah)

And I think this year had a personal vendеtta

There's always 2031

We self medicate

What'd you do today?

I stared at my phone for hours

Since the city's ****ed

Why don't we twist one up

Stretch out, out, ooh-ooh

They can't take our gold fronts away

Let 'em shine (Oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh, hey, hey)

They can't take our gold fronts away (They can't take my gold fronts away)

Let 'em shine

They can't take our gold fronts away

Let 'em shine (They can't take my gold fronts away)

Oh, oh-oh-oh

Hmm, hmm (They can't take my gold fronts away)

Hmm-hmm, they can't take (They can't take my gold fronts away), they can't take our, no

They can't take our gold fronts away, yeah, oh, oh, oh

They can't take my gold fronts

They can't take these white cups that I just poured up

They can't take these gold teeth

They can't take this gold leaf that I just rolled up

They can't take my gold blunt

Can't tape my bullet holes up

Can't take my close up

They can't break my hoes up

They can't break these shoulders

Or make my quota

And I'm the one they take their notes from

The one they try to take their flow from

And if they drip, then I'm the one that it all flows from

Silence of the Lamb, don't wake this GOAT up

They can't take the same road up

They can't take when I roll up

With both my doors up

They can't take all these chokers

The gold one, the yellow gold, white gold, nor the rose one

Can't break all these boulders I broke up

New one make me hate my old one

New bae ate my soul up

Type of shit make me fold up

But I'm still ho-hum, I just can't take it slow, huh?

I just can't fake it, no front

It's me and Fousheé

They just can't take this cold front

They just can't take my gold fronts

And this is golden

I'm like, "Hold up

No one can take my gold fronts away

No one can take my gold fronts aw