制作
出演艺人
Hi-C
表演者
作曲和作词
Christian Shaw
作曲
歌词
Hop out the Porsche who the f**k could it be?/
HI-c the Goat all these h**s getting creased/
Bapes on my feet and evisu the jeans/
broke a**** **** never seen 100 gs
fake trap **** boy you never seen a p/
walk in the mall up a whole 20 piece/
talk to me nice bitch or don't talk to me/
playing with your nose? Broke bitch you a fiend/
Yeah,
i aint Going back to being Broke/
i aint going back to being broke/
i aint going/
i aint going/
i aint going/
i aint going/
i aint going/
i aint going/
i aint going/
i aint going/
i aint going/
i aint going/
yeah....
i aint going back to being broke/
Hit first past the bitch to the bros/
bitch got good brain honor roll/
**** going out so pitiful/
Put his hand on his bitch got exposed/
ricki-oh/
Shell toes/
kicking shit, like I'm in a dojo/
pockets fat, like sumo/
old school, hot rod, inferno/
old school, Monte Carlo/
Big wheels, sitting on 24's/
red eyes, hit the turbo/
lets go/
lets go/
lets go/
lets go/
lets go/
lets go/
she say im a jerk i don't dance/
bitch from brasil, but my jeans from japan/
flight first class pour a 4 when we land/
four pockets full with them big rubber bands/
stuck to the script bitch i stuck to the plan/
ice bright as hell leave you blind from a glance/
chain like the sun just might give you a tan/
high off them stamps got my eyes in a slant/
ion even try i just swag on the beat/
top from a freak then im gone keep it brief/
high you broke, what the fuck do you mean?/
gold cap shrooms in the tea got me geeked/
so high up outer space out of reach/
get to the back how to swag i can teach/
boy you broke as hell you a bum, you a leach/
Kd of za in the wood, and it reek/
came with them sheets not the type that you read/
tab on my tongue now im too high to speak/
tatts on my skin inked up to the brink/
fuck how you feel, **** fuck what you think/
Hop out the Porsche who the f**k could it be?/
HI-c the Goat all these h**s getting creased/
Bapes on my feet and evisu the jeans/
broke a**** **** never seen 100 gs
fake trap **** boy you never seen a p/
walk in the mall up a whole 20 piece/
talk to me nice bitch or don't talk to me/
playing with your nose? Broke bitch you a fiend/
Hit after hit, damn my style so unique/
sniff after sniff up your nose till it bleed/
bitch daddy rich spending all his money/
on them fake ass tits bbl surgeries/
finna wrap it up bitch you not burning me/
car push to start, i do not turn a key/
wrist worth a brick damn my watch worth a key/
hi-c im the shit these rap **** cant compete/
no lil bro you cannot get a feat/
fake ass drank no you not serving me/
bullets fly like birds and the sting like bees/
big ass chop and it sing do re me/
pull up to the scene chrome hearts white tee/
all i do is get guap fuck hoes and repeat/
all i do is get guap fuck hoes make em leave/
geeked on the shrooms make my thoughts so serine/
lets go/
lets go/
lets go/
lets go/
Written by: Christian Shaw