制作
出演艺人
DMB Gotti
表演者
作曲和作词
DMB Gotti
作曲
歌词
[Intro]
Like
(Jrosz)
Why a **** wanna play with me?
Two strikes, no plea
DMB
Like I'ma pop my shit
Regardless, ****
Check me out
Ayy, hey
[Verse 1]
Batter up
I start swinging, **** better run
Check out my section, we get cheddar, huh?
I'm with them same ****
At the Grammys, but bitch, we came with her
Sat at the podium and shout out all my main bitches
Same bitches be fuckin' on enemigos
Then got the nerve to hit my people like we equal
Unbelievable
Gang-related how my people do
Don't think she love you 'cause she sleep with you
I sent the bitch to get location, got it, now we creepin' through
Janky auntie, that'll show you what a freak'll do
Pull up with a chopper to the block, up like my cage was loose
You ain't sayin' not a thing, bitch, I get paper too
Peekaboo, I see you, you know that watch just cost you
I need vacation plan, let's see what my P.O. talkin'
You know I play my hand every time, I don't see no losses
Janky car just hit the corner, gots the reaper callin'
[Chorus]
Pull up like ooh, what it do?
Auntie, she on Instagram, I swear that she cry few
My bitch, she like, "You good?" I said, "I think I'm finna shoot"
Hope they don't think a **** lost it 'cause I jumped up in the booth
Feel like got somethin' I gotta say, I'm the liaison, ****
On your block hoodied up, lookin' like Trayvon, ****
Whole gang pop out lookin' like slaves, my ****
Hundred deep in this thang, you shouldn't've came, my ****
Pull up like ooh, what it do?
Auntie, she on Instagram, I swear that she like you
My bitch, she like, "You good?" I said, "I think I'm finna shoot"
Hope they don't think a **** lost it 'cause I jumped up in the booth
Feel like got somethin' I gotta say, I'm the liaison, ****
On your block hoodied up, lookin' like Trayvon, ****
Whole gang pop out lookin' like slaves, my ****
Hundred deep in this thang, you shouldn't've came, my ****
[Verse 2]
Me? I'ma bag whatever
You can tell that I got problems, I get mad at nothing
Why a **** checkin' pockets like he snatchin' somethin'?
He gon' find out the hard way that I got slapper on me
Ooh, huh, Scottie Pippen
Stare his mama in the face like, "Yeah, I did it"
She wasn't trippin', she had problems with the ****
Back to back, we sendin' shots for **** livin'
**** hidin', **** hidin', we got location on lock
Feds done found the chopper, got indictments on the block
My paper, it keep floating, **** better buy a Glock
Why this bitch keep tryna see me, but ain't suckin' on cock?
[Chorus]
Well, I got somethin' I gotta say, um, ain't no way, my ****
On your block hoodied up, lookin' like Trayvon, ****
Whole gang pop out lookin' like slaves, my ****
Hundred deep in this thang, you shouldn't've came, my ****
Pull up like ooh, what it do?
Auntie, she on Instagram, I swear that she like you
My bitch, she like, "You good?" I said, "I think I'm finna shoot"
Hope they don't think a **** lost it 'cause I jumped up in the booth
Feel like got somethin' I gotta say, I'm the liaison, ****
On your block hoodied up, lookin' like Trayvon, ****
Whole gang pop out lookin' like slaves, my ****
Hundred deep in this thang, you shouldn't've came, my ****
Written by: Kenrick Haylock

