積分
詞曲
Keith Morris Greer
詞曲創作
歌詞
Yeah
You gotta give me another one
Billy man, all of this, it's too easy man
For real, yeah
It's like my, it's like my fifth one tonight bro
I'm just running through em
For real
Yeah
And I'm draped to the neck
I can take a hundred civic, I can turn into a Vette
Man I used to be the student, how I turn into a vet
Man I used to be a dog, how I turn into a vet
And I caught a paper cut when I was thumbing through the check
We was running through the yard, now we running through a jet
Rolling loud on the phone, they like come and do a set
25 for a show, what I'm supposed to do with that
Fuck
With all due respect
If a **** wanna talk, hope he coming through correct
I was doing **** favors, how they turn into a debt
Man I used to be a fan, how I turn into a threat
If a **** got a issue with it, get at me
Used to wanna stop, but the game won't let me
**** throwing shots, but my aim on Wesley
Boy my game on Leslie, boy my game on Gretzky, yeah
Watch just blanking, phone just ringing
Four-five leave a **** dome just mangling
We was outside a **** home just hanging
Five-zero prepped up angling
Now I'm trying to get away, 4 flat running from the cops
Coast like sea breeze gunning for the docks
If they don't catch me they coming for the block
Then I hear a pop pop coming from a Glock
Yeah
Basically I got shot, that's how this story went
Written by: Keith Morris Greer