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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Derrick D Scott
Songwriter
Tre Burney
Songwriter
歌詞
Mr. Scott, Mr. Beezy, welcome
Yeah, just fuck with the king
You'll never be last
Rollin' with my ****
Rollin' with my ****
Rollin' with my ****
We in outer space
Rollin' with my ****
Rollin' with my ****
Way up in outer space
I just took an eighth to my face
Motherfuckers high all day
Rollin' with the gat and my bae
I'm Just tryna run my race, **** tryna take my place
Pull up and pull in his face
Pull up and pull in his face, yeah
**** tryna jock my style, tryna jock my swag
Can't jock my bank, yeah
We was really doin' our thing, we was handlin' biz
we was makin' it rain
I don't gotta say no names, but she bring **** up
And she saying they lame
We smoke insane, I be out my mind frame
I can't keep her tame
She say that my dick insane
How I pull up in the whip
She know I ain't playin'
Loud like a crowd, baby
This a different strand
How I'm supposed to know
She ain't say she got a man
Keep it pretty, ****
I ain't tryna deal with it
Made your salary on my phone
I can't kick it with you
Boy these diamonds, they not chrome
Gotta be specific
At the top, feelin' alone
Gotta keep it pimpin'
Way up in outer space
I just took an eighth to my face
Motherfuckers high all day, rollin' with the gat and my bae
I'm Just tryna run my race, **** tryna take my place
Pull up and pull in his face
Pull up and pull in his face, yeah
Pushin' a UFO
You know Big Daddy could never be broke
Pressure is all that I smoke, these **** be broke
That's why they be tellin' these jokes
They treat me like I'm the Pope
I'm in some fashion, that shit right there look like a robe
**** be actin' like they want the smoke
Funny they be the ones droppin' the soap
Chillin', I'm flyin' somewhere you ain't heard of
Go there, you know that we takin' it further
I can't do me cause I know imma hurt her
A1 shit, put the steak on a burger
I put the juice in the liquor
If you know me, then you know I'm that ****
She see the kid and she want to take a picture
Got water on me, bitch, I feel like a fisher
Play with me, you'd rather play with yourself
Drop in your pockets like you got some mail
I take the Venmo or cash app or Zelle
Sorry, I read it, lil baby, I'm shell
Gave her the dick and she told me she fell
I get on these beats and I'm givin' them hell
You lie on your dick, you be tellin' them tales
We keep the motion, boy, you just a snail
Way up in outer space
I just took an eighth to my face
Motherfuckers high all day, rollin' with the gat and my bae
I'm just tryna run my race
**** tryna take my place
Pull up and pull in his face
Pull up and pull in his face (Yeah)
Pull up and pull in his face
Pull up and pull in his face
Pull up and pull in his face
Pull up and pull in his face
Pull up and pull in his face
Written by: Derrick D Scott, Tre Burney