積分

詞曲
Mark Gardner
Mark Gardner
詞曲創作
Shamuary White
Shamuary White
詞曲創作

歌詞

(Keystone)
Brr
Bap, bap, bap, bap, bap
Run 'em down
Uh
We was creepin', he was duckin' (Duckin')
She was eatin', he was cuffin' (Cuffin')
It was hot up in the summer (Hot), every day we drillin' somethin'
Couldn't eat around this table (Couldn't) if you wasn't killin' nothin' (Bo-bo-boom)
We was testin' **** gangsters, we was out here pushin' buttons (Pushin')
I was runnin' through the streets (Right on)
With two hammers, they were bussin' (Bo-bo-boom)
Way before we had a 6buzz, man, you know, my name was buzzin' (Grr)
I put two up in his chest, then I see that **** huffin' (Aah)
Had to skrrt off on the freeway when I seen them cops was comin' (Ooh)
Not to me but to the scene
I got blood up on my jeans (On my jeans)
I got blood up on my face
Like my **** Kwasi schemin' (Rest in peace)
Like this presi', beam is green
Like that Wock', I leave you lean
You get put on TMZ
For my brother Press Machine (Bo-bo-boom)
We been drillin' since a teen
Compact glizzy, that's a Nin' (Burner)
Compact burner, this a burner, ain't no lint up in these jeans (Ain't no lint)
I put ten up in this beam, then gon' nut up in this queen (Nut up in it)
Then I put it on my Snapchat, so you see it on your screen (Haha)
And before there was a Keep6ix, we the ones that kept it solid (Kept)
Got some youngins on my block that would never think of college
They just want me tell them, "Kill shit," they don't even want my knowledge
Sent 'em back to the feds, what you know 'bout payin' homage?
Free them lifers, free them killers (Free 'em), free them demons on the range
Before you heard of Baka, I was trappin' in the rain (I was)
Before you heard of Chiraq, we was really doin' stains (We were)
We was lookin' up to DC, we was out here takin' chains (Give me that)
We was creepin', he was duckin' (Duckin')
She was eatin', he was cuffin' (Cuffin')
It was hot up in the summer (Hot), every day we drillin' somethin'
Couldn't eat around this table (Couldn't) if you wasn't killin' nothin' (Bo-bo-boom)
We was testin' **** gangsters, we was out here pushin' buttons (Pushin')
We goin' out here pushin' nothing (Nah)
We trappin' out here and pushin' nothing (Nah)
The way how I cook it up, makin' fiend love it (Ah)
I'm in the airport with Louis V luggage (Louis)
He said he get money, but I know he doesn't (No)
The way how I fuck up, your brat think I'm Russian (Fuck it up)
I love to heat up the soft 'til it toughen
He said he gon' kill me, but I know he bluffin' (Bitch)
The glizzy hit you in your face like Draymond (Grr)
It make you swim in a pool of blood (Ah)
Mask on, can't tell who the shooter was (No)
The shots that I'm givin' that won't get you drunk (No)
And I put you in the sky like a Dubz (In the sky)
Ain't scared of painting 'cause I shoot with these gloves (These gloves)
I leave a ****, don't know who he was (No)
My watch is a plain, my neck is a bust (Bust down)
Nobody on the city more swaggin' than us (No)
Run up a TuneCore bag like Russ (Like Russ)
You don't kill shit, you ain't got no guts (No)
You don't kill shit, you ain't got no nuts (No)
And I drop shit just like a cluts (Come here)
I love my bitch fat ass, big butt (Big butt)
Fine lil' bitch, can't tell where she's from (Can't tell)
War zone from 9 all the way to the sun (War zone)
We was creepin', he was duckin' (Duckin')
She was eatin', he was cuffin' (Cuffin')
It was hot up in the summer (Hot), every day we drillin' somethin'
Couldn't eat around this table (Couldn't) if you wasn't killin' nothin' (Bo-bo-boom)
We was testin' **** gangsters, we was out here pushin' buttons (Pushin')
Written by: Mark Gardner, Shamuary White
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