制作
出演艺人
A$AP Twelvyy
声乐
Zombie Juice
声乐
作曲和作词
Antonio Lewis
词曲作者
Erick Elliott
词曲作者
Jamel Phillips
词曲作者
制作和工程
Erick the Architect
制作人
歌词
[Verse 1]
She just want me like a wedding ring
I keep her drippin' like some fuckin' paint
Money real and smokin' hella green
So much ass like Teyana Taylor
Run a trap, try to make a milli'
She make it clap, try to make a milli'
Don't lose yourself, remember who yourself
Don't lose yourself, remember who the best
[Verse 2]
Take a dab, she got hella ass
I just smoke and I don't never pass
All these **** tryna be the man
I get green, ****, Peter Pan
Why they hate a ****, I be livin'
Why they hate the ****, I be pimpin'
Bad bitch lookin' so exquisite
Took a risk, double, triple, get it
[Verse 3]
Third eye feel like it's on fire
You **** singin' like they on the choir
Swisher blunts with Snoop Dogg
Dog pound, woof, woof
No sound, psh, psh, psh
Wipe me down 'cause I'm gorgeous
Ric Flair with the horseman
What you 'bout, man, quit talkin'
[Verse 4]
'Bout that work, I'm like Fergie
My moms didn't make it till thirty
If I don't make it, don't worry
Zombie Gang, we ain't buried
****, always been a helpin' man
Don't bite the hand, I'll make you understand
I might go loony, catch you on the 'Gram
Flippin' shippin', got a hunnid grams
[Verse 5]
Bands, grams, caught a jux and do my dance, yeah
Why they copy, they just fans, yeah
On my momma, I'm the man, yeah
Bands, grams, count it, count it, got my hands full
All this workin' got my hands full
Why they hatin' like some damn fools?
[Verse 6]
Bands, grams, caught a jux and do my dance, yeah
Why they copy, they just fans, yeah
On my momma, I'm the man, yeah
Bands, grams, count it, count it, got my hands full
All this workin' got my hands full
Why they hatin' like some damn fools?
[Verse 7]
I'm a minute late, I'm a renegade
Twelvyy gotta gauge, let me penetrate, pussy power KKK
Loaded it live, rock in my sock
Patrollin' the block with the glock
Stick to the code, bloody, my O's
Study my notes on the floor
Stuck on this Odyssey, huh, alone, I need privacy, huh
True to my prophesy, only that I can see everything I could be, huh
Fuck it, I get it, I get it, I chronicle Riddick, they couldn't forget it
Plane in the southern pacific, so start the beginning, a glorious death for the ending
I can't believe I existed, I'm 'bout to leave with the vision
I brought the heat to the kitchen, yy'all 'bout to sleep with the fishes
I run with the Pistons and beatin' them kittens
Zombie the menaces, all of my nemesis all on the premises
Brother got sentences, I'm movin' sinister
Call them defenses, Twelvyy ridiculous, ah
[Verse 8]
Bands, grams, caught a jux and do my dance, yeah
Why they copy, they just fans, yeah
On my momma, I'm the man, yeah
Bands, grams, count it, count it, got my hands full
All this workin' got my hands full
Why they hatin' like some damn fools?
[Verse 9]
Mecca like Malcolm and Biggie Medina
A$AP the cleanest, rolled in the Beamer
On Amsterdam, feel like I'm Yams, can't see me, John Cena
Everything money and violence, went to Flatbush for a nina
Live up on Lennox, Church Ave with the check
Made no casino, got dope in the ringo, we high like the Beatles
Album gon' pop, live on Atlantic
All over the planet, in Crooklyn we bandits and Harlem do damage
[Verse 10]
Bands, grams, caught a jux and do my dance, yeah
Why they copy, they just fans, yeah
On my momma, I'm the man, yeah
Bands, grams, count it, count it, got my hands full
All this workin' got my hands full
Why they hatin' like some damn fools?
[Verse 11]
Bands, grams, caught a jux and do my dance, yeah
Why they copy, they just fans, yeah
On my momma, I'm the man, yeah
Bands, grams, count it, count it, got my hands full
All this workin' got my hands full
Why they hatin' like some damn fools?
Written by: Antonio Lewis, Erick Elliott, Jamel Da'shawn Phillips
