歌詞
Alabama (Enrgy made this one)
You know who started this shit, man
You know who started this flow, ****
I got **** in Alabama rappin' like—
YSR Gramz, shit, I started as a trap ****
But all around the world, bitch, I'm known as a rap ****
Bitch cute, but she broke, tryna trap ****
Every **** you see me with gon' zap ****
Every **** you see me with got a gun on him
Free Driveway, I heard some **** out here told on him
You would never see me hangin' with a bold ****
I know she only with me for my money, she a gold digger
Shit talkin' takin' off, shit, I told ****
Another rap check for 10K, I'm gettin' cold with it
If you ain't makin' money off the bag, hit the road with it
I don't give a fuck where we at, I'm bringin' pole with us
Got this pint from my titi, I'm finna pour a four
We finna score on this one ****, we finna pick and roll
Tender-ass **** wanna kill 'cause I hit his ho
Money conversation with the label, it's just me and Mo
Yeah, bitch, it's just me and Reece
This **** got a lot of jewelry on, but his shit cheese
**** gotta thank YSR and thank Peezy
Bitch, I feel like John Cena, **** can't see me
I'm a Beecher ****, on my mama, **** can't beat us
Fly my **** out and have your bitch cook a steak for heaters
Damn, I just dropped ashes in my fuckin' pop
You always askin' questions, lil' bitch, is you a fuckin' cop?
I ain't tryna hear, is you gon' let a **** fuck or not?
I'ma back door them **** that's tryna plot
Soon as you drop a mixtape, you gon' fuckin' flop
Have a dyke beat your ass, I'll call up tot
You just a hatin'-ass ****, you is not my opp
A **** link in the stu' with me, he gettin' his ass boxed
Yeah, bitch, I call that shit box.com
Pull up to a **** hood, it sound like we dropped a bomb
How is you a shooter? You hangin' with the **** that dropped the dime
If they ain't fuckin' with your music, it is not your time
I'll have my **** slide on you, he look like Sideshow Bob
I put money over bitches, I'm with the fuckin' mob
The shit I made off of rap, I'm like, "Fuck a job"
If you throw me in the jungle, I'ma beat the odds
If we agree to put the guns down, I'll beat my opps
YSR Gramz, shit, I started as a trap ****
But all around the world, bitch, I'm known as a rap ****
Bitch cute, but she broke, tryna trap ****
Every **** you see me with gon' zap ****
Every **** you see me with got a gun on him
Free Driveway, I heard some **** out here told on him
You would never see me hangin' with a bold ****
I know she only with me for my money, she a gold digger
Written by: Jaquavis Damajanique Graham
