歌词
[Verse 1]
I had all my brothers with me
If a **** tweak you, we get busy
I remember runnin' through the city
We gon' let it blow until it's empty, gang gang
Pipe down, pipe down
Bro, we tryna get it right now, right now
All that air in your chest, boy, pipe down, pipe down
'Cause I'm the type to blow you right down, right down
[Verse 2]
Gang gang
I got thirty shots and I ain't missin', ay
**** want beef with me, but I ain't trippin', ay
I was just in a high speed, I ain't want no tickets, ay
Wack **** think it's sweet, they think it's chicken, yeah
I was tryna keep it low key, but I've been whippin', yeah
**** know I'm PG, I'm on a mission, yeah
**** can't rock with me 'cause I'm too different, yeah
I don't slack on me 'cause I be spiffy, yeah, ay
[Verse 3]
Pipe down, pipe down
Bro, we out here whippin' right now, right now
All that air in your chest, boy, pipe down, pipe down
'Cause I'm the type to go and knock a ****' lights out, gang
[Verse 4]
I had all my brothers with me
If a **** tweak you, we get busy
I remember runnin' through the city
We gon' let it blow until it's empty, gang gang
Pipe down, pipe down
Bro, we tryna get it right now, right now
All that air in your chest, boy, pipe down, pipe down
'Cause I'm the type to blow you right down, right down
[Verse 5]
Gang
I ain't been a broke boy in a minute
We was just super trappin', rappin', tryna get it
We was just clinchin', back in action, tryna flip it
**** wanna tweak with me, we tell that boy, good riddance, gang gang
We tote heaters, think I need some oven mittens, gang gang
Nah, I ain't playin', leave that shit in London's kitchen, gang gang
Nah, I ain't playin', bro, I was really in the kitchen, gang gang
Love them birds, all them geeses, pigeons, chicken, gang gang
[Verse 6]
Pipe down, pipe down
Bro, we tryna get it right now, right now
All that air in your chest, boy, pipe down, pipe down
'Cause I'm the type to go and knock a ****' lights out, yeah
[Verse 7]
I had all my brothers with me
If a **** tweak you, we get busy
I remember runnin' through the city
We gon' let it blow until it's empty, gang gang
Pipe down, pipe down
Bro, we tryna get it right now, right now
All that air in your chest, boy, pipe down, pipe down
'Cause I'm the type to blow you right down, right down
Ay
Written by: Calvin Woods