制作

出演艺人
Gnipsey
Gnipsey
表演者
Nicolas Nicholson
Nicolas Nicholson
说唱
作曲和作词
John Doe
John Doe
词曲作者
制作和工程
Juvie
Juvie
制作人

歌词

I think I fell in love with drink, love the way I pour it
I ain't beefing with them ****, them lil' **** orphans
We selling cramps, doing fraud, bitch, are we extorting?
She told me stay up out the hood, she know I'm important
I can't bring them tutus nowhere, they be trying for shit
A hundred nights, we play this shit from p.m. to the morning
Told that bitch, don't call my phone, just hit me when you horny
I'm MLB, won't love a bitch, probably till I'm forty
Your girl, she trying to come with the gang, cause she say you pouring
We in the Tahoe smoking cookies, jacket only for it
I'm so fly, I told my mans, pull out your phone, record me
Bitch, look at my fit, ain't nobody had this shit before me
We the trendsetters, I was still fresh when I was broke
But now my check better, she heard I'm about to blow up
Now she give me neck better, when I make it right for the family
I'ma rest better, till then can't get no rest, ****
Came a long way from sitting in the terrace on them steps, ****
In the streets since fifteen, I seen blood, tears, and sweat, ****
Same **** I used to look up to, I don't respect, ****
In my hood, I'm a vet, got these fuck **** upset, ****
I think I fell in love with drink, love the way I pour it
I ain't beefing with them ****, them lil' **** orphans
We selling grams, doing fraud, bitch, and we extorting
She told me stay up out the hood, she know I'm important
She hate the fact I'm in the hood, but I'm her hood trophy
Know some **** plottin', never lacking, keep the 40 on me
Fire on it, make the **** stop, drop and roll it, homie
G just called me, told me he had Cali, do a Glock for me
Hope the homie live that trick life, I threw a thot on him
Icy, wish a **** would try to fight me
Young **** fucking baby mamas, they don't like me
Uncle whooped the dope up in the kitchen so precisely
Dray, had you ever seen a **** get hyphy?
Spent the band on these red bottoms, you in Nikes
Beavis, oil in my mouth, I can't talk right
Beavis, shining in my chain on a off night
I should drop the ashes in the Maybach with my rich ****
Told me she could pay me on the first, but I need six figures
Rich **** told me I'm her type, she love lit ****
Ever since I was a young ****, I caused hits, ****
I think I fell in love with drank, love the way I pour it
I ain't beefing with them ****, them lil' **** orphan
We selling grams, doing fraud, bitch, are we extorting?
She told me stay up out the hood, she know I'm important
Written by: John Doe
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