同様の曲
クレジット
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
DaVon Davis
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Melzi
Producer
歌詞
To continue, you must add a second player. What the fuck?
Trevor!
(Yoo)
You tryna play a game?
(What game?)
Press Start 2!
(Press Start 2?)
(I mean, I never played that shit but I heard it was tuff. What's the look?)
It say I need another player to keep going
Alright, let's get it
(Look)
Hit a nigga with a bass boost (Bitch)
Hit a nigga leave his face loose
I don't got a strap but I might shoot
Galaxy might wanna fight you (Bitch)
Nigga I don't even like you
Don't give a fuck what you gotta talk about (Nah)
Big dog I might bite you (Grr)
Fuck boy you need to walk it out
White line you need to chalk it out
Hit you in the mouth that you talkin out (Bow)
Pussy nigga whatchu say now
Nigga shady talkin 8-mile
Taliban got the K now
Imma light it up and imma fade out
We ain't really wit the rapping shit
Spit a 16 and then smack a bitch (Hoe)
I don't even wanna ask for it
Got a shooter wit' me and he accurate (Bow)
Really I don't even ask for much
I like a Arizona with my java Dutch
Master sword I might slice you up
I got one heart and then 12 tucked
Niggas is faking and bitches is tripping
I'm just tryna get the chicken
Look how we living
Niggas ain't making a difference
They just get it just how they gon get it
I'm tryna live it
Stack it up high as the ceiling
My nigga I'm just tryna get
I'm just tryna get it, and no I won't stop
Won't stop even after a million
(Hey)
I gotta get this for my children (Yea, bitch)
Stack it and ima keep building (Imma keep building)
For you I don't have any feelings (Don't have any feelings)
Banana clip let's get to peeling (Brrt)
I don't be trippin' bout none of you niggas
'Cause all of you niggas is fake
I'm feeling great
You is a bitch and I cannot relate (Nah)
Nigga gon' love it or hate
I'm stacking up on my plate
Don't want a date
Lil bitch you a disgrace (Bitch)
Hoe get the fuck out my face
I cannot love you today
I cannot love you at all
I just rejected her call
I want it all
Want you to make me a star
I wanna buy out the mall
Nigga you stink
She suck me up like a drink
I don't know, what do you think
I need a mink
I want a Rollie that's pink
Pull up and I'm calling Link, nigga
Flexed out bitch
Iced out wrist
Niggas acting goofy 'til it's lights out bitch
Run around ya crib with my 9 out bitch
Choppa do ya dirty end ya life now bitch
Ayo Dvn (Hey)
Tell me where these niggas be sleepin' in
Fucking they bitch lemme kill again
The 50 be bussin' like many men
Stomp a nigga out for his loose change
He talking, tie him up like a shoe string
He tuff but he switch up like he Bruce Wayne
Nigga talking heavy won't let shit bang (Uh)
Little bitch say that she love me
She don't know that I'm fucking her cousin
She topping me off, she ain't nothing
And I'm bussin, that's end of discussion
No time for the talk, bitch you buggin
You niggas just stay to assumptions
Or my choppa will dice you like onions
You flexing on snap you ain't nothing
When we pull up, you niggas turn pussy
You act tuff 'til ya mans on a hoodie
You get jumped and ya mans overlooking
Ya girl wet, imma dive in her cookie
Bitch called me a dog, I said "Who bitch?"
Well bitch I'm a god, I'm Anubis
Cut that bitch off now she on who dick
Can't run to a check 'cause you stupid (Bitch)
(Grra grra)
(Doo doo doo)
(Fuck outta here)
(Bitch)
Writer(s): Davon Davis
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