クレジット
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
J Russell
Songwriter
歌詞
****, what (bla, bla, bla, bla, bla)
Man, I don't even know what the fuck this **** sayin', man
Get out the fuckin' microphone, get back for Three, ****
And tell all your partners they can get it too, yeah
We been steppin', ****, we ain't just started this shit, ****
We ain't just started, ****, it's 2024, ****, get up with me, ****
Aye, fuck the peace, I'm disrespectful, ****
I might hop out, go on feet, and fuckin' catch a ****
I'm quick to blow, so bitch, don't test a ****
Think I'm a chiropractor how I fuckin' stretch the ****
Ain't no killin' me, pussy, bitch, you think it's sweet
'Till we hop out on your street, with these choppers, Im'a creep, ayy
Trash ass **** need to stay up off these beats
Talkin' gangster on these beats but really peons in the street
Speaking on J Mac, bitch, go pick up Three
For them bodies, I'ma charge, for my ****, that shit free
I take a ****'s shit, bitch, I pay for keeps
Bitch, don't get hit up again, this time gon' put your ass to sleep
I put a 30 up under my jeans, pussy ass **** know he ain't gon' spin
Ain't coppin' no pleas, I'ma thug it to the end
****, free my brother, ****, free my twin
You a opp ****, your body gon' drop, ****
Ain't nobody play your shit, they tune in when I drop, ****
Fuck the peace, I'm disrespectful, ****
I might hop out, go on feet, and fuckin' catch a ****
I'm quick to blow, so bitch, don't test a ****
Think I'm a chiropractor how I fuckin' stretch the ****
That's the sound of that fire, ****
Run up on me, you gon' die, **** (Man, I wish a **** would)
We gon' put him in the sky, **** (Keep a Draco with the wood)
And the 40 on my side, ****
He ain't bout it, he ain't really like that
You don't really want to get your life snatched
Let's shoot a movie, I ain't talkin' IMAX
Show the paperwork, you **** some rats
Keep it on me, I ain't never gon' lack
This 45 make a **** get back
They broke as fuck, they can't show me no racks
Boy, you a bitch, the city know it's a fact
Fuck the peace, I'm disrespectful, ****
I might hop out, go on feet, and fuckin' catch a ****
I'm quick to blow, so bitch, don't test a ****
Think I'm a chiropractor how I fuckin' stretch the ****
Written by: J Russell