歌词
Ladies around here be scandalous Don't ever think they will be able to handle
Us I stay burnin' like the wax on a candle does
Stacks and dollar bills, that's what they hand a plug
I'm somethin' like Tupac, call me a handsome thug Who's comin' out to rock with ya boy
The flow is simply somethin' you got to enjoy Shoutout to all the soldiers who have gotten deployed
I am thinkin' of y'all as I write this Flow so mean that everybody wanna bite this
They ain't feelin' your raps cause you ain't speakin' the right shit
I took a break, now I'm back on track The first beat I ever recorded on was Racks
on Racks Tryin' to cop the rims to match the hat
That's black on black Just do your own thing and focus on that
These rappers be talkin' bogus on wax I'mma crowd surf to the row in the back
We at these shows and we gettin' lit Throw that ass back, baby, you gon' remember this
Our goals and passions, we won't let em' slip Cause we at these shows and we gettin' lit
Throw that ass back, baby, you gon' remember this
Our goals and passions, we won't let em' slip We at these shows and we gettin' lit
Throw that ass back, baby, you gon' remember this
Yeah, it's your boy, Jchron, T.F.B.!!!
Y'all know I had to get him on the CD They blowing' smoke like we just hit the GB
You got the right one, Chron, they definitely gon' remember this
Call up all the women in Bristol, tell em' the business
It's T.F.B. in this bitch and I ain't gotta finish it
Life of the party, so tell em' bring in they friends and shit
Damn, baby, slow it down just a lil' bit
I'm tryna sip this cup, but I'ma end up fuckin' spillin' it
Mind on the money, kinda funny, I'm not feelin' this
Talkin' to you ain't hard work and I like business trips
I suit and tie you like fifty shades of tea
And a tall glass of you is all I really think I need
Nasty-ass Scorpio, leave it leakin' like a water sign
Do it for the thrill, I ain't tryna make you all of mine
We at these shows and we gettin' lit
Throw that ass back, baby, you gon' remember this
Our goals and passions, we won't let em' slip
Cause we at these shows and we gettin' lit
Throw that ass back, baby, you gon' remember this
Our goals and passions, we won't let em' slip
We at these shows and we gettin' lit
Throw that ass back, baby, you gon' remember this
Girls see cash & the whip and get large-eyed
Get your paper up, I ain't fuckin' with you, small fry
A lot of bums around here and R.I.
Time to get it on your own
Stop using the ones you call as friends and stepping stones
I had to make sure that the lesson's known
So all my brothers out there focus on getting' dough
And if you ain't feeling their vibe, just let em' know
Ever since 15, knew I had a special flow
You was hating before, now you on my dick, get off my testicles
Main goal is to sell out shows and festivals
Come see my room, look at all the collectibles
The top is my next stop
Y'all competing with me as a joke like my ex-thot
Dudes that hate weirder than items in sex shops
Don't play no games on the mic, this ain't Xbox
Written by: Joseph Carlos Constancia, Trevor Brown
