クレジット
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mastamiind
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Branden R
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
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Producer
歌詞
Huh, suh, suh, okay
Who
Back like I'm on shit
I never gave a damn fuck
I'm stamped like a mail truck
Your cup yellow like a school bus
I'm still on my damn shit
He chat on that cap shit
I'm blessed like a baptist
Burn like a match stick
Stretch pack, elastic
You **** ain't on shit
Looked at yo mug man that tea is atrocious
No one ain't making no shit shake like mimosa
I would say more half these ****
I don't need war I need green like new Yoda
Pushup and rep for the stretch I'm in yoga
Fuck how you feel I'm a make my manuever
Brand new pack from Pluto I'm the future
Don't do that I'm a do it to ya
Don't do that I'm a do it to ya
I don't even cheese but got a lot of gouda
Tell em praise god, the hallelujah shooter
Green day never came for bro
I be so high go comatose
Like **** let's go shit vaminos
The foreign go for max like Fivio
Uh, huh, yassah, huh
Bitch you hate me 'til you dealing with the fye tho
Ima stay independent as the Fourth of July tho
With my reign, I'm at his tee colder than Dido
I love drugs I'm immortal, uh huh
Huh I can get D Man to murk you, uh huh
If you a mook I ignore you
In my circle? Ima put you in a portal
Bitch, don't do it, you don't want that
Don't do it, you don't want that
Don't do it, you don't want that
Don't do it, you don't want that
Don't do it, you don't want that (let's get zooked)
Don't do it, you don't want that (let's get zooked)
Don't do it, you don't want that (I'm a get zooked)
Don't do it, you don't want that (I'm a get)
I'm like twin, stop playing
I don't give a fuck what you saying to me
Got fye in the duff, hand a hundred degrees
He bitch, eat the apple beam, Adam and Eve
I can't converse with these twerps get away from me
**** really ed think they ahead I won't pray for them
I know these **** ain't it I'm just clowning em
Big b3 smoke a Black on a balcony
Like **** I been him for years did you miss it?
He don't know he horsing round with dogs, bring the pits in
I don't need to hear all that talk where the biscuit
**** hawk, the chop gotta whole sword, I'm Griffith
Hole in his head I do donuts and I dunk em
That's not some drop that's some funky eruption
That's not your bitch she got flipped like a onion
Lemme go ghost and get green like the Dutchman
All I see is dead folks, dead folks
Dead folks, Dead folks
Got dead folks in my pocket huh
Dead folks in my pocket huh
I do this shit on my own ****
Fuck boy stay on the bone ****
Hit em but my eyes closed
**** thought I dozed
Bitch it's up, cmon ****
Bitch, don't do it, you don't want that
Don't do it, you don't want that
Don't do it, you don't want that
Don't do it, you don't want that
Don't do it, you don't want that (let's get zooked)
Don't do it, you don't want that (let's get zooked)
Don't do it, you don't want that (I'm a get zooked)
Don't do it, you don't want that
Written by: Branden R