Methamphetamine - John X Smith & Pseudo Black：歌詞、ミュージックビデオ、コンサート

John X Smith & Pseudo Black

Methamphetamine

2

Hip-Hop/Rap

Methamphetamineは、アルバム『{albumName}』の一部として2022年9月16日にMGangによりリリースされましたMuddy

曲の詳細

アルバムMuddy

リリース日2022年9月16日

レーベルMGang

LanguageEnglish

メロディック度

アコースティック度

ヴァランス

ダンサビリティ

エネルギー

BPM127

概要

歌詞

クレジット

PERFORMING ARTISTS

John X Smith

Performer

Pseudo Black

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Jack Mallis

Songwriter

Dion O'Joe

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

John X Smith

Engineer

Nocturnal

Producer

歌詞

It's Pseu, It's Pseu (Uh)

They screaming for Pseu when I'm twisting up listen up

I got no time to be kicking

While **** is rocking Richard Millie Silly

I'm filthy with flows I needs gills

Need my house on the hill and more houses like Phil's

Now homie it's Pseu here, no need for alarm

You acting crazy ain't no keeping it calm

Old McDonald I could move with a farm (Aw yeah)

Chase a G like it's methamphetamine

With my B on the beach sipping Tennessee

Gimme weed watch me fuck like battery

Heard they fucking bitches they better be

Met a dude tote a gun like a rosary

And the magazine look like the letter C

On the real I go beast for my family

Then go ask for forgiveness I'm Catholic

I would've pulled up in the club

When **** was popping bottles with broads (Yeah)

I was praying to gods

All I had in my sweats was a cell and dub (Yeah)

No time for the kisses and hugs

Put a L on the day you if the check not a dub (Yeah)

They gon dub you when you broke

But watch how they switch

When you rich and you cuffed (Yeah)

Nocturnal Pseu and obvi Johnny

I know that they hope we fold like origami

Gotta message for anybody who try to sign me

I'm worth more than any dollar you try to hand me

And I work harder than any chemical in plan b

I feel like Harambe, I'm angry you Bambi

Opposition cannot stand me

I'm in and around her stomach like a fanny

I made my own way with no copay,

Grinding through snow that Olay

It was no way till I moved out the state

They like okay, they are so fake (Facts)

I know what you thinking

They moved to L.A and they blew up

The money ain't little it grew up

The shit made you sick almost threw up

You knew we nice

But we was tryna tell you we nice as fuck

Like Bron when it comes in the clutch

Or look at how Tyson duck

Now look how my feet up

I am floating on beats hope the coast guards on duty

You ain't talking bout Ms you gone lose me

The road to the M is the movie (Aw yeah)

Chase a G like it's methamphetamine

With my B on the beach sipping Tennessee

Gimme weed watch me fuck like battery

Heard they fucking bitches they better be

Met a dude tote a gun like a rosary

And the magazine look like the letter C

On the real I go beast for my family

Then go ask for forgiveness I'm Catholic

I got my bread up

Fuck did you think I said I was gon let up

I meant every letter when you said I'm extra

I said I'm terrestrial

Bitch, I been Elon in spaceships

But I got some hittas that give you a facelift

I cannot fuck with no basics

But if that bitch fuckin' I pay her to shape-shift

Pour a cup with the lean all in it

My team all winning

Got the green on vision

G wag with the windows tinted

Can't see me grinning in Egyptian linen

Sleeping on my like Snorlax

I be stacking more racks

Passing on some bags like door dash

I been dirty, but I'm clean like Borax

The things I'm wishing I'mma need a genie

I just want more of that

Pop on a pill and then hop in a all black

711 for small snacks, when we fall back

From the mall that

I spent about 30 racks on Gucci bag

And the glasses the whole rack

I need a strip club where the whores at

Cuz 100 stacks in that Gucci bag

That bitch be nasty

She love me I'm Leo I'm Gatsby

But I keep it classy

I'm the wolf of the Wall Street

And they just be black sheep

That little piggy he went to the market

Wound up on a carton

They found his lil body rolled up in a carpet

They don't know who got him

My car it ain't rented

My car note expensive

The Rari's the Beemers the Benz and the Bentley's

4000 a month it ain't shit to my 50

I'm rollin' the dice and I'm lucky I'm winning

The bigger the stakes then the bigger the chickens

They running they running and I'm gonna get em

Don't fuck with my money

My money my business

You fuck with my business

Then you'll end up missing

Chase a G like it's methamphetamine

With my B on the beach sipping Tennessee

Gimme weed watch me fuck like battery

Heard they fucking bitches they better be

Met a dude tote a gun like a rosary

And the magazine look like the letter C

On the real I go beast for my family

Then go ask for forgiveness I'm Catholic

Written by: Dion O'Joe, Jack Mallis

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