歌词
Yeah, ayy, yeah, uh, yeah, ayy Ayy, yeah, I'm off the top with this shit like a scully
Bitch, why you lyin' to me
You don't love me I got the Glocky on me and I'm clutchin
42 shots on this bitch like I'm Duggy Smokin' this dope at the top of the mornin
Bitch, why you talkin'
You see me recordin' They know how I'm comin' from multiple sources
I'm treatin' Balenciaga like they forces You know it was light shit
I own a couple **** publishin' They wanna use it, call me for the license
**** get to hatin' on you When your money double up and they in crisis
Cartier, plain Jane, lame **** ask me why I didn't ice it
Ayy, this shit too classy Maybach, matte black with no roof
****, this coupe ashy Cap-ass **** said they was lookin' for me
All they gotta do is @ me Don't believe they raps
When you run into them, they gon' turn into a athlete
Ayy, but you know we can't do no runnin' though
How the fuck you up 2 Mill
last summer, but it turned into a fumble
Kept it quiet, coulda turned up on them guys
Hoes say I'm too humble Gotta watch how you move when you in the city
Really, this a new jungle Ooh, the lions, the snakes, and the bears
The chopper with titties, they shakin' in fear
If they wanna play, then we takin' it there Ooh, I'm hopin' I'm makin' it clear
These bitches is lyin', these **** is snitchin
The game fucked up, they ain't playin' it fair
I'm off the top with this shit like a scully Bitch, why you lyin' to me
You don't love me I got the Glocky on me and I'm clutchin
Forty-two shots in this bitch like I'm Duggy Smokin' this dope at the top of the mornin
Bitch, why you talkin'
You see me recordin' They know how I'm comin' from multiple sources
I'm treatin' Balenciaga like they forces
You know it was light shit
I own a couple **** publishin' they wanna use it
Call me for the license
**** get to hatin' on you when your money double up
And they in crisis
Cartier, plain Jane, lame **** ask me why I didn't ice it
Ooh, the volume is up, my value is up
None of these pussies is silencin' us
Stackin' these hunnids, I'm pilin' them up
Ooh, fuck all them feelings, just bottle them up
Ayy, 818 got a bottle, just cuz
I'm in a 304, just vibin' with cuz
Ooh, these **** hoes be thinkin' they violent and tough
Get you a pole, you need to be ridin' with one
We have motion, we ain't got time to be bluffin
I'm off the top with this shit like a Scully
Bitch, why you lyin' to me? You don't love me
I got the Glocky on me and I'm clutchin
Forty-two shots in this bitch like I'm Duggy
Smokin' this dope at the top of the mornin
Bitch, why you talkin'
You see me recordin' They know how I'm comin' from multiple sources
I'm treatin' Balenciaga like they forces
You know it was light shit
I own a couple **** publishin' they wanna use it
Call me for the license
**** get to hatin' on you
When your money double up and they in crisis
Cartier, plain Jane, lame
**** ask me why I didn't ice it
Yeah
I got the Glocky on me and I'm clutchin
Yeah, **** its nothin
****, we Duggy
Forty-two shots in this bitch
Yeah
Written by: Ralphy London
