歌词
[Intro]
(Ryan, what took you so long?)
[Instrumental]
Uh
[Verse 1]
We'll take your jewelry and your Jordan if they fit the feet
Me and brodie equal up to ninety with four-nickel piece
You might as well pick out you a casket if you dissin' me
I got shit to move and shit to sell, but ain't got shit for free
But I got shit to do, really ain't got shit to lose
Your lawyer gon' cost you a lil' extra when you hit the news
Mama told me stay out of the way, so I just stick and move
Ho, you see my hair, I threw my power-up like Pikachu
I got hoes that's beatin' up my line, so I could pick and choose
Sure not to get mad 'cause I see black just like you're missin' tooth
You could shake my head and hear a ding 'cause I got missin' screws
I knew I was gon' be rich as fuck when I was skippin' school
When I was missin' days, no, I wasn't missin' plays
I don't know why shit ain't change, but I'm all grown and misbehave
My glizzies don't ask which style you want, they cut you like a spade
My choppers don't hand out alcohol, I bet they hit your fade
Fuck ****, don't wanna piss me off 'cause I hit your bae
I hit your boo, fuck ****, I hit your crew
I carry big guns, I'm droppin' bombs on days I hit the stu'
Catch my timin' wrong and shit be red just like a Christian Loub'
Ain't no stoppin' them 7.62s, them bitches rippin' through
Written by: Dylan Berg, Dylan Harrison, Einer Bankz, Kamron Ford, Mikal Cull