歌词
[Verse 1]
Whoa
Whoa
[Verse 2]
Whoa, see how I'm feeling right now
****, what the fuck, what's the deal right now? Whoa
Too much fear right now
**** need to pop out with the gear right now, whoa
Feelin' Margiela right now
Fonem off a pill, trying to kill right now, whoa
It's a lil' scrimmage, I love all my buisness
This shit not an image, DC off the Henny, whoa
[Verse 3]
Yeah, I keep it close
Big ass drum, we gon' rock and just roll
Watch out, bitch, it's a young **** world
Why that **** looking at my fucking chain?
Better pipe down, this shit way too above your wage
Oh, triple digits on the dash
In that Bentley like Thomas Wayne
Get all my dawgs, put 'em in a huddle
Said we gon' be rich forever
**** sick of that shitty whether
If it's gang vs. the world, we gon' get together
Why the fuck would we go out without souls, blowing out the door?
Now I'm feeling better
Pussy boy, we can't sit together
Like Lebrons and Ksubis, that don't fit together
[Verse 4]
Better not get involved, we with the shits and that's truly
So paranoid, I'm off, I'm on the stage with my toolie
Got an idea, light bulb, Brandon, let's go shoot a movie
2020 we gon' ball, ****, don't like it, then shoot me
Spin through your block, make it spooky, ooh
Okay, I feel it, this bitch heating up
Rocky Balboa, in seven rounds, I beat it up
Knock it out the park, make this bitch wake up
Feel like Drake, Marvin's Room, I can't give out no love
I had to get it like Billie Jean's son
Please don't get on my nerves, I'm just tryna have fun, okay
[Verse 5]
Cash out, blackout, anyways
Missed out, passed out, any day
No doubt, fast route, many ways
Missed out, fast route, anyways
Yeah, yeah
[Verse 6]
Better not get involved, we with the shits and that's truly
So paranoid, I'm off, I'm on the stage with my toolie
Got an idea, light bulb, Brandon, let's go shoot a movie
2020 we gon' ball, ****, don't like it then shoot me
Spin through your block, make it spooky, ooh
Okay, I feel it, this bitch heating up
Rocky Balboa, in seven rounds, I beat it up
Knock it out the park, make this bitch wake up
Feel like Drake, Marvin's Room, I can't give out no love
I had to get it like Billie Jean's son
Please don't get on my nerves, I'm just tryna have fun, okay
Written by: Daijon Davis, Jonathan Demario Priester
