クレジット
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Anti Da Menace
Performer
Free Da Opps
Performer
yoyotina
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Anti Da Menace
Songwriter
Jump Street
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Laurino Domingos
Producer
歌詞
Back home
Anti back home
And don't ask me when my back bond (6lement)
Send his ass on
(Brrah) Don't ask me what's my static (For sure)
We spot an opp, then got an opp, look, Anti really OD crashin' (Come here)
Sat in that cell, didn't get no meals, just me and my bunkmates smokin' maries
Laid back in the Maybach smokin' slatt, with FaceTime with my daddy (Come here)
Now I'm back home, I'm on bullshit, but my mind right at the same time
He gon' die, he cross that gun line (Brraow-baow)
Rip a shootout in the sunshine (Boom, boom-boom-boom-boom-boom)
He heard, "Brrah-brrah-brrah, brrah-brrah-brrah," I hopped out with that hot shit (Hot shit)
Keep on tellin' me what she do, I just ran through it, it ain't my bitch
Teezy back, soon as I stepped up out that jail, went to the house and beat her back
That was my dog, that **** got traded for some fuckin' Scooby snacks
Free lil' Gen and B5, **** can't step off in this beehive
I seen this shit comin' before it came, it's like Teewok got three eyes
Free the Fox up out that slumber, he step too close, I bet I blam him
NLB, there's no fake business, we get shit smacked, walk down on camera
Baby, I'm crazy as hell, on God, I'm ready to drop some shells about this shit
How you gon' complain and only one who ain't sat in jail about this shit?
Haha, hot shit, hot shit, flipped him up, now he can't walk
Fuck Y5, once again, catch BK and leave some chalk
Teezy back, Teezy back, tryna leave a ****—
Tryna leave a **** face blowed, but we ain't gon' speak on that
(Brrah) Don't ask me what's my static (For sure)
We spot an opp, then got an opp, look, Anti really OD crashin' (Come here)
Sat in that cell, didn't get no meals, just me and my bunkmates smokin' maries
Laid back in the Maybach smokin' slatt, with FaceTime with my daddy (Come here)
Now I'm back home, I'm on bullshit, but my mind right at the same time
He gon' die, he cross that gun line (Brraow-baow)
Rip a shootout in the sunshine (Boom, boom-boom-boom-boom-boom)
He heard, "Brrah-brrah-brrah, brrah-brrah-brrah," I hopped out with that hot shit (Hot shit)
Keep on tellin' me what she do, I just ran through it, it ain't my bitch (Boom, grrah-grrah-grrah)
Casamigos for the freak hoes, twin, just pour me up
Walkin' down in the street and spotted an opp, boy fucked 'round, blowed him up
I'm on FaceTime with my mask like, "You came home on perfect timin'"
Man, it's time to proceed the plan to fill my whole gang up with diamonds
Really slide, I'm not just rhymin'
Watch that back door, shit get grimy
Seen some shit them **** wouldn't let me see, on God, they tried to blind me
Lil' bitch left me on my own, I came outside and told her block me
Might gotta call the FBI, nobody can't stop me, that's on Body
Talkin' to my dog like, "When you come home, ****, it's gon' be up"
Last bitch did me wrong, told her how I feel and that bitch rubbed me off
That boy want a song, I don't give a fuck, ****, I need to throw up the walk
Five M's, my new contractor pay, big bro don't love y'all
(Brrah) Don't ask me what's my static (For sure)
We spot an opp, then got an opp, look, Anti really OD crashin' (Come here)
Sat in that cell, didn't get no meals, just me and my bunkmates smokin' maries
Laid back in the Maybach smokin' slatt, with FaceTime with my daddy (Come here)
Now I'm back home, I'm on bullshit, but my mind right at the same time
He gon' die, he cross that gun line (Brraow-baow)
Rip a shootout in the sunshine (Boom, boom-boom-boom-boom-boom)
He heard, "Brrah-brrah-brrah, brrah-brrah-brrah," I hopped out with that hot shit (Hot shit)
Keep on tellin' me what she do, I just ran through it, it ain't my bitch (That ain't my bitch)
Written by: Anti Da Menace, Jump Street