作词 : Kalem Leo Tarrant/Nathan Fuller

作曲 : Kalem Leo Tarrant/Nathan Fuller

Uhm, it's a good time to say, "Holy smokes"

Said, "What's up? b***h, what's happenin'?

B*****s tryna suck on my d**k, I might tap

See this 40 round clip, the grip, I might grab it

My hollow point tip, yo' lip, it cause havoc

So out my way, b***h, move it, **** it

I got like way too many bands, pockets flooded up

And what I got in my advance'd make yo' stomach ****ed

I keep a strap up on my waist, it got a hollow tucked

'Cause like, damn, move out my way

Got new money comin', b***h, stack my pape'

I leave his as* wanted, I ain't catch a case

New whip, no keys, electric race

Like, what the ****? You b***h, you jake, you fake

You off the grid, your face decay

I shoot yo' limbs, my K, two d**ks, I got two twins (ayy)

'Cause I'm boomin'

All these b***h ass b*****s that be talkin' nothing to my fac

He wanna pull up with a gat and get sprayed, **** that

Got two d**ks on me, got one for your as

And the other with a laser, you get tased

Slide through, go drift in a Civ' after talkin' to yo' b***h

Leave a red dot beam to your face

And my money makin' money (ayy)

Where your bands go? (Ayy)

**** around

I'ma pull up (ayy), and I'll catch another case

Like, damn, shit , huh?

What yo' clique gon' do?

When I slide to yo' crib, what yo' blick gon' do?

Got yo' girl up on my line, what yo' b***h gon' do

Curb stomp a b***h ass (ayy), what my Rick's goin' throug

Like, damn, shit , and I keep that boom

If it's over me and you, who yo' b***h gon' choose

Flex a hundred dollar shoes, what yo' fit gon' prove?

And you see me goin' up (ayy, ayy, ayy)

Why you look confused, huh?

Tell a b***h boy that I said, "Step back

Mother****er wanna talk, but I'm gettin' the bag

I see the reason that the mother****ers takin' it bad

They know they never wanna be the one to step like that, like

Boom, shit, you don't want this

I'ma pull up with the glick, b***h wanna talk shit, like

Every mother****er wanna talk about another

But they never wanna be the one to pull up the numbers

See me doin' good, now they wanna say, "I said so"

Tell me why they never gave a minute from the get-go

Tell me why they never wanna mother****in' let go

Tell me why my legacy is 'bout to be in set stone

You don't really wanna play on my ninth life

Like, oh, my, put them in a lyrical drive-by, I slide by

Spittin' like a mother****in' villain

I'ma never let them ride 'til they pickin' the right side

The cyanide in yo' drink, go bye-bye

Make plays, get bank, for my own time

Stay away from the mother****ers tryna be

The ones to take a blade to my name, I choose life

Revenge on my chest, I stay in my best

They stayin' mad that I be winning, do I make you upset?

I'm makin' moves, and now they comin'

'Cause I'm gettin' some bread

But you weren't there when I was broke

And now you think that we friends

Forget it

Da-da-da-da-da-damn, move out my way

Got new money comin', b***h, stack my pape'

I leave his as* wanted, I ain't catch a case

New whip, no keys, electric race

Like, what the ****? You b***h, you jake, you fake

You off the grid, your face decay

I shoot yo' limbs, my K, two d**ks, I got two twins