音樂影片

音樂影片

積分

演出藝人
EST Gee
EST Gee
聲樂
FOREVEROLLING
FOREVEROLLING
編程
Flex On The Beat
Flex On The Beat
編程
詞曲
George Stone III
George Stone III
詞曲創作
Jeffrey Lynn Jones
Jeffrey Lynn Jones
詞曲創作
Aaron E Butler
Aaron E Butler
詞曲創作
Royce Monroe
Royce Monroe
詞曲創作
製作與工程團隊
EST Gee
EST Gee
錄音師
FOREVEROLLING
FOREVEROLLING
製作人
Royce Monroe
Royce Monroe
混音師
Don Cannon
Don Cannon
母帶工程師
Flex On The Beat
Flex On The Beat
製作人

歌詞

[Verse 1]
Yeah, I can vouch for using 'phetamines
Water boys pull up with more ice than **** ever seen
Yeah, look at all these diamonds that that pressure bring
Rap **** think they trap **** 'cause they selling weed
Yeah, you was laid up, tryna catch some Z's
I was catching T's, country town OT, tryna catch a fiend
[Verse 2]
**** better watch they top, come down pop, late night cruising
Fuck I'm talking 'bout, daytime **** get hit in they noodle
They gon' pull your body off the ground, your face lay next to it
All that tough shit you was talking, ****, we gone make you prove it
I'm the youngest, richest **** out my city, call my bluff
I got college hoes out here on the island, they tryna fuck
Y'all know who hitting y'all up, I bet, shhh, can't feel nothin'
I bet, shhh, can't feel nothin', I bet, shhh, miss his brother
From the whole things to the onions, **** know that we get money
In the country with the junkies where the prices of it double
They done let me run my money up so much, the opp's in trouble
I once found my plug on my own, I ain't get it from my uncle
[Verse 3]
Yeah, I can vouch for using 'phetamines
Water boys pull up with more ice than **** ever seen
Yeah, look at all these diamonds that that pressure bring
Rap **** think they trap **** 'cause they selling weed
Yeah, you was laid up, tryna catch some Z's
I was catching T's, country town OT, tryna catch a fiend
You was laid up, tryna catch some Z's
I was catching T's, country town OT, tryna catch a fiend
[Verse 4]
Yeah, we two different breeds, I got hidden clean
Tell me what you need, baby, hit this weed
Then she hit her knees, I think she my speed
She know when to leave, I don't accept no green
I don't smoke OG, riding through the square
Bitches meet and leave, I was like nineteen
But I was a plug then, I can get you plugged in
Gee brought them drugs in, all I got is plug friends
If you want that smoke make sure your lungs big
And your guns big as my funds is
You look in my eyes and seen I never knew what love is
I look at your ride and see you don't know how that dove feel
Drive, sippin', tippin', tryna send me where the fuzz is
**** in they feelings, know they wishin' that my run end
[Verse 5]
I can vouch for using 'phetamines
Water boys pull up with more ice than **** ever seen
Yeah, look at all these diamonds that that pressure bring
Rap **** think they trap **** 'cause they selling weed
Yeah
Written by: Aaron E Butler, George Stone III, Jeffrey Lynn Jones
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