制作
出演艺人
Marlo
表演者
作曲和作词
Rudolph Johnson
作曲
Sergio Kitchens
作曲
制作和工程
Darryl McCorkell
制作人
Keyyz
制作人
歌词
[Verse 1]
Got a **** stackin' caps
I'm servin' them bags, I run through them all, dog
Fuckin' on your bitch when you call, dog
You a bitch goin' through a bitch call log
In the Hi-Tech red, that's real raw
Take a sip of that lean, wash the pill down
He a gangster but a **** still squeal now
Fuck boy, tell me how you still real now
[Verse 2]
I can hit Marlo and get ten pounds
Too late for you to try to be real now
Soup truck coupe, switch lanes now
I pull up to the show ball mane down
Copycat try to have the same sound
Cooked up good dope, run the J's out
Pull up with a stick, put a bullet in his mouth
Never cashin' in till the cash route
[Verse 3]
And them sold out dates got a **** back in they bag
You reach for the cash and I bust at your ass
And I was just sippin' on act
Got a bustdown, Cuban link choker, mink gotta match
Bitch say she wanna fuck with no strings attached
And I was gettin' fresh just to work in the trap
When the trap came, got work in the map
I don't talk on phones, **** workin' that trap
[Verse 4]
**** owe the mob, better pay they tab
Whole lotta money, gotta keep my strap
Tried to stop sippin' syrup but a **** relapsed
Bangin' my gang like a muhfuckin' frat
I don't love a ho, I can never get attached
Gave your ass a loan and you better bring it back
Push up on your ho, she was lookin' like a snack
**** play tough till a **** get whacked
[Verse 5]
All the coupes fast, **** might as well drag
Hunnid thou' cash in a Goyard bag
Pull up in your hood, ****, I don't need a pass
All blue hunnids got these fuck **** mad
Robbed a lil' ****, ain't have to use mags
Two-hunnid twenty, **** had to do the dash
Killin' all you bullies, think you bad to the bad
Marlo countin' Coogi with two hunnid on the dash
[Verse 6]
Got a **** stackin' caps
I'm servin' them bags, I run through them all, dog
Fuckin' on your bitch when you call, dog
You a bitch goin' through a bitch call log
In the Hi-Tech red, that's real raw
Take a sip of that lean, wash the pill down
He a gangster but a **** still squeal now
Fuck boy, tell me how you still real now
[Verse 7]
I can hit Marlo and get ten pounds
Too late for you to try to be real now
Soup truck coupe, switch lanes now
I pull up to the show ball mane down
Copycat try to have the same sound
Cooked up good dope, run the J's out
Pull up with a stick, put a bullet in his mouth
Never cashin' in till the cash route
Written by: Rudolph Johnson, Sergio Kitchens
