積分
演出藝人
Triple One
演出者
Lil Dijon
聲樂
Marty Bugatti
聲樂
Obi Ill Terrors
聲樂
詞曲
Conor Grealish
作曲
Dominic Kim
作曲
Martin Guilfoyle
作曲
William Gunns
作曲
Vincent Goodyer
作曲
Glen Hopper
作曲
製作與工程團隊
Billy Gunns
製作人
18YOMAN
製作人
Len20
製作人
Sid Mallick
混音師
Adam McElnea
母帶工程師
歌詞
[Verse 1]
Got tracks on tracks, yea thats wax on wax
Her man be sad I broke that back in, and made it clap
Try act and sling 'em packs now, we know it's wack now
Lil' rappers jump on tracks, but can't make a stack now
People talk I here there mumbling, feel like chundering
And if these subjects try to violate, I'll raise the crime rate
These posers all up in the background, they need a smackdown
They cannot fuck with what I'm building, I'll reach the ceiling
[Verse 2]
Bitch, I crashed my car again
I just fell in love with a
I lost my heart again
I don't want a part of it
I keep all those daggers in my chest just like a cardigan
[Verse 3]
This life feel like a game
I side lined that life for the fame
Now all these dames know my name
I'm just tryna charter
Get a plane out to Bahamas, B
[Verse 4]
Cold hearted lover, I could never do wrong
High waist, pretty face and a cute thong
I take her pride for a ride, I live it long for the night
But she the type to scar, baby, do no harm please
[Verse 5]
See me clean walking past in my new prada lenses
Super cala fragilistic, Marty might send it
Goons all around me and they do whatever I do
Say I wanna light and they spark it just for shits too
[Verse 6]
This life feel like a game
I side lined that life for the fame
Now all these dames know my name
I'm just tryna charter
Get a plane out to Bahamas, B
[Verse 7]
I rock mullets and people
Her pussy tight from the kegels
When I'm inside i see Jesus, I'm tryna die 'cause it's lethal
'Cause that shit's kinder suprise
I pedestal on that pussy
My whole life is a lie
And I dress it in jewelry
Lessgo
[Verse 8]
We don't really like that shit
We don't really like that shit
I just get payed to do it
Are you really that stupid?
I'm a negative creep
I roll with sinners and freaks
I'm just sick of this generic rap shit
[Verse 9]
My eyes got stuck to dat booty
Flutter them eyes, you a cutie
Sit on back with that oowweee
Spend a minimum band on that juicy
I had more screen time them lube mobil
Everything you heard 'bout Little Marty is real
Sit on my lap, you might need the pill
'Cause when I bust back I bust to kill
Jump on set then I get that check
Hop off stage then I get that neck
This baby face make a big man kneel
Whole team gets lit when we crack that seal
Plus 10 on the door list, role real deep like some Mormons
Stay scaley, not porous
And you can get sorted, my fit is so flawless
Still you can get jawed
I got little money if that shit is jumpy
If it's stepped on get steppin' for real
Just like Costa Nostra keep this face on posters
Know roasters you best keep it chill
We don't dilly dally, there's no Jack and Sally
Still see silly fellas, getting cracked in allys
And it's triple one up on the back and tally
Keep steady pace when I captain Galleys
[Verse 10]
Tsunami, shinobi
I'm putting wings on a pony
I'm putting rings on my homies
I'm putting on for the place that I came from
I'm getting drinks and i'm lonely
[Verse 11]
But that shits irrelevant
I keep it hot like an element
I'm taking shots and it's many, man
I get salutes from the regiment
I am the one and it's evident
[Verse 12]
I wouldn't wanna be my ex
Probably never be my best
I'm throwing hands with a chainsaw
Too sick with this shit, take my chains off
[Verse 13]
Wouldn't wanna be my ex
Probably never be my best
I'm throwing hands with a chainsaw
Too sick with this shit, ay
Couldn't die from a full clip, ay
Written by: Conor Grealish, Dominic Kim, Glen Hopper, Martin Guilfoyle, Vincent Goodyer, William Gunns

