音樂影片
音樂影片
積分
演出藝人
Allstar JR
聲樂
詞曲
Jeremy C Ford
詞曲創作
Dayan Watson
詞曲創作
製作與工程團隊
Foe Thousand Watts
製作人
Sean Sauce Chapman
混音師
歌詞
[Intro]
W-w-w-welcome to Get A Bag Records
[Chorus]
I'm the guy who fly 'em in, bump into me, tie you in
It's alright, we oughta had to shake back, ****, try again
Made some paper, this a perfect day to play, I ride the Benz
**** play, I ride with Finn, once you pay, I'm 'bout to sin
[Verse 1]
I be leavin' bricks around, I be leavin' pistols out
I be countin' bands with these hoes 'fore I dick 'em down
Ho, I used to hitch to Hound, you do under fifty-five
I can take you right past Cedar Point and get us fifty thou'
If I get indicted, ain't no bond, I'm a flight risk
Get a rise out of buyin' bad bitches, nice shit
Keep it on me and you check the stash, it's a pipe there
Down the way, if they don't got no snow, I'm sellin' ice here
Used to double, now I know the sauce so I can triple with it
He ain't die, we crippled, ****, spendin' at the 'spital with him
Straight for a hustle, I ain't dealin' in no tricky business
You ain't spend enough of me to move, boy, come and get them bitches
He ain't throw a rock, ****, quit sayin' you don't rock with us
Threw his hands up, lookin' dumb as hell, popped him up
French fry, combination meal, chicken box him up
**** set a play at Arco, have to call an audibile
Hit a bitch on camera just to listen to the audio
Get out on the mission 'cause I miss hearin' that carbon blow
**** get on Instagram and get to writin' articles
Beefin' like the baddies, all I see is bitches arguin'
Attachments, we got gadgets, we can see a **** poppin' up
Blow my mind how these **** broke as hell and popular
[Verse 2]
Some nights, it be crazy, I throw singles in my tub
All these singles from my fins, I got more singles than the club
Call Maxine, livin' single in your hood
I'll up some shit right now that not a single **** could
It's so slimy where I'm from, ain't no friends through that bitch
I ain't trippin', fuck some ****, I made bands over here
****' life ain't even worth twenty grams off the brick
I ain't ashy, bitch, I'm really havin' hands in this shit
First time in a McLaren, had to learn to grip the wheel
Super freak, she like to eat me up, be firm and grip her head
Platinum wrist, I'm stackin' chips, puttin' chips on ****' plans
You can't fuck with me for real, that shit be all in ****' heads
[Verse 3]
Cost a quarter ticket just for me to turn the album in
Smellin' lights, the halen, feelin' crazy at a rap event
I don't give a fuck if Stevie Wonder here is strappin' here
**** lame, I'd probably leave the States before I rap with him
He ain't even sellin' dope for real, he so inaccurate
Look, my kid immaculate, I got a sale right after this
[Chorus]
I'm the guy who fly 'em in, bump into me, tie you in
It's alright, we oughta had to shake back, ****, try again
Made some paper, this a perfect day to play, I ride the Benz
**** play, I ride with Finn, once you pay, I'm 'bout to sin
[Chorus]
I'm the guy who fly 'em in, bump into me, tie you in
It's alright, we oughta had to shake back, ****, try again
Made some paper, this a perfect day to play, I ride the Benz
**** play, I ride with Finn, once you pay, I'm 'bout to sin
Written by: Dayan Watson, Jeremy C Ford

