制作
出演艺人
Country Dons
表演者
作曲和作词
G.W
作曲
Maroc
作曲
Blaze
作曲
rocky
作词
制作和工程
G.W
制作人
歌词
Bad B wan' loving from me, no way
Give it to my young boy, yeah he got no shame
I can't say no names in the station
They think we sell cocaine, it's so bait
She ain't moving shy with a brudda like me
Only if she knew how I made my man bleed
When I creep, I don't need to bring all of the G's
If I do then it's five man squashed in a Jeep
Nina with me like I'm Skrapz, I ain't letting broski slap
New Rollie, new wap, never catch me on a lack
Me and T back each other's beef, it ain't tit-for-tat
STK and a Nike tick sitting comfy with my Rambz
Free Magz, turn the party to a crime scene
My little G's drill it then go rap on type beats
Probably get a man touched for a five sheet
I got Zack touched, I was eating Chinese
Rags to riches, little break then it's back to business
Opps moving like bitches, can't hack the inches
I show my bruddas love but never weakness
Last thing I want is peace, they want me in pieces
Bad B wan' loving from me, no way
Give it to my young boy, yeah he got no shame
I can't say no names in the station
They think we sell cocaine, it's so bait
She ain't moving shy with a brudda like me
Only if she knew how I made my man bleed
When I creep, I don't need to bring all of the G's
If I do then it's five man squashed in a Jeep
It gets busy in my trap house, it's packs in and packs out
We had hella racks back then that we still got now
My akhi touched half a mill, started off a half ounce
They can't do it how we do it, they some class clowns
Bro spot an opp, said "Maroc, turn the car round"
Four pipes in the back so these tyres getting burned out
And on the curb, I hear everything they gossip about
But they ain't worth no sweets, catch 'em, get a slap in their mouth
That's thirty-six on my brick, boys be pushing 'em out
And no doubt, my plug's certi, I ain't hitting a drought
I can't show love and I won't show trust
Cause from a distance I pree, I think they're hungry for clout
Bad B wan' loving from me, no way
Give it to my young boy, yeah he got no shame
I can't say no names in the station
They think we sell cocaine, it's so bait
She ain't moving shy with a brudda like me
Only if she knew how I made my man bleed
When I creep, I don't need to bring all of the G's
If I do then it's five man squashed in a Jeep
Sell a quick Z, fresh Dior's on my feet
She a lady in the streets but a freak in my sheet
I might take her out one day but tonight, Uber Eats
Years in the bando, rinse and repeat
You got Trapstar on your tee, I'm a trap star in the street
Getting paid for doing shows, putting lyrics on a beat
They think they got me down, I don't know about defeat
I might buss her down in Gucci if she hold it and don't speak
Feds follow constantly, no snitching is a policy
Get a brick of raw, told bro "Check the quality"
They ask me how I done it, I just say "Be consistent"
Ten bricks just land, coming in from Shetland
Bad B wan' loving from me, no way
Give it to my young boy, yeah he got no shame
I can't say no names in the station
They think we sell cocaine, it's so bait
She ain't moving shy with a brudda like me
Only if she knew how I made my man bleed
When I creep, I don't need to bring all of the G's
If I do then it's five man squashed in a Jeep
Written by: Blaze, Gw, Maroc, rocky

