制作
出演艺人
TayRakks
表演者
作曲和作词
TayRakks
词曲作者
歌词
Hold up, I told her to pull up
I don't really love her, yeah
I might have to dub her, yeah
Shit so different, you supposed to just be mine
Heal my pain by smoke, three-five
She calm back down by drinking wine
Swear my life, feel like a play, wish I could sit back, press rewind
Said fuck love like 30 times, but still spun back like 29
Glock .45, no Beretta
Bitch, I grew up by all these steppers
Say, "Fuck TayRakks," I send that boy to God
And he might just meet the devil
All these **** bitches, come around they quiet
Online they steady real
Pop outside like everyday
Put flashers on and keep my whip
Real P, still love her
Know she lie, so I can't touch her
Last bitch I loved, tried to get me sent to jail
So now it's fuck her, the last **** I tried to help
Done turned to a snake, he played the other
Last bitch that seen the crib
Done tried to play me like a sucker
But it's all good, feel like Bron
I hit the woods, go triple-double
Still outside, feet on land
Walk through the hood, ain't never ducking
On these **** bitches
That one man tried to slime me out, I ain't never trust him
I like all my bitches black, but I like all my Dracs from Russia
Shit so crazy, **** try to rob me
Instead every shot, they lucky, try to put bro in the sky
But I still fuck around, left some bloody
Try to make a ho' my wife
But she still fuck around, try moves slutty
**** know TayRakks ain't going
Still try to spin back and pop yo' buddy, yeah
Shit so different, you supposed to just be mine
Heal my pain by smoke, three-five
She calm back down by drinking wine
Swear my life, feel like a play, wish I could sit back, press rewind
Said fuck love like 30 times, but still spun back like 29
Glock .45, no Beretta
Bitch, I grew up by all these steppers
Say, "Fuck TayRakks," I send that boy to God
And he might just meet the devil
All these **** bitches, come around they quiet
Online they steady real
Pop outside like everyday
Put flashers on and keep my whip
Shit so different, you supposed to just be mine
Heal my pain by smoke, three-five
She calm back down by drinking wine
Swear my life, feel like a play, wish I could sit back, press rewind
Said fuck love like 30 times, but still spun back like 29
Glock .45, no Beretta
Bitch, I grew up by all these steppers
Say, "Fuck TayRakks," I send that boy to God
And he might just meet the devil
All these **** bitches, come around they quiet
Online they steady real
Pop outside like everyday
Put flashers on and keep my whip
Written by: TayRakks
