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演出藝人
Yung Hood
Yung Hood
演出者
詞曲
Byron Grant
Byron Grant
作詞
Jonathan Jesus Alvarez Abundiz
Jonathan Jesus Alvarez Abundiz
作詞
製作與工程團隊
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48
製作人

歌詞

[Intro]
Uh
Phew, phew, phew, phew
And they gone
[Chorus]
Went from flyin' out commercial, now I'm jumpin' inside of jets (Phew)
Know I'm playin' my life inside the streets, this shit like Russian Roulette (Gamblin')
Somethin' start smellin' fishy around this bitch, finna make some fish fillets (Finna make one)
Double up my cup and take my feelings 'way with Percocets (They gone)
Went from flyin' out commercial, now I'm jumpin' inside of jets (I'm jumpin')
Know I'm playin' my life inside the streets, this shit like Russian Roulette (Russian)
Somethin' start smellin' fishy around this bitch, finna make some fish fillets (Fish fry)
Double up my cup and take my feelings 'way with Percocets (Uh)
[Verse 1]
One day you here, the next you gone, this shit so crazy, right (Shit crazy)
I'm gamblin' every day off in these streets, I tell 'em bet my life (I'm bettin')
I know that I ain't livin' right, but, shit, I'm tryna get it right (Tryin')
Gotta pay the piper, pay the price when you tryna live this type of life (Uh)
I was a kid with a kid, I was pushin' dope day and night (Serve)
Finessin' is a blessin', you can change your life in one night (In one)
I remember I wasn't her type, now I fuck 'em on the first night (On God)
Here for twenty-four, I gotta go, I'm gone on the next flight (Yoom)
[Chorus]
Went from flyin' out commercial, now I'm jumpin' inside of jets (I'm jumpin' in)
Know I'm playin' my life inside the streets, this shit like Russian Roulette (Russian)
Somethin' start smellin' fishy around this bitch, finna make some fish fillets (Fish fry)
Double up my cup and take my feelings 'way with Percocets (Gone)
Went from flyin' out commercial, now I'm jumpin' inside of jets (I'm jumpin' in)
Know I'm playin' my life inside the streets, this shit like Russian Roulette (Russian)
Somethin' start smellin' fishy around this bitch, finna make some fish fillets (Cookin')
Double up my cup and take my feelings 'way with Percocets (Uh)
[Verse 2]
I'm a dope dealer from January 'til December (That's on you)
Ridin' one deep, no codefendant (Uh-uh)
They swear they gangster, really bitches (You a ho)
Came up right there in them trenches
Had to go lay down, do my sentence (I did)
Met me a plug, came back with spinach
Six-dollar shirt, this bitch vintage
Live from the block, this ain't a gimmick
Know we'll take that, this ain't Diddy (Pussy)
Drunk off life, I'm gettin' tipsy
No father figure, I looked up to Benjis
Still in the streets, it been a minute
See, I got **** dead, in prison (They gone)
I know it's blessin' to still be livin'
Seen **** go broke, I'm still gettin' it (Uh)
[Chorus]
Went from flyin' out commercial, now I'm jumpin' inside of jets (Phew)
Know I'm playin' my life inside the streets, this shit like Russian Roulette (Russian)
Somethin' start smellin' fishy around this bitch, finna make some fish fillets (Fish fry)
Double up my cup and take my feelings 'way with Percocets (They gone)
Went from flyin' out commercial, now I'm jumpin' inside of jets (I'm jumpin')
Know I'm playin' my life inside the streets, this shit like Russian Roulette (Gamblin')
Somethin' start smellin' fishy around this bitch, finna make some fish fillets (Finna make one)
Double up my cup and take my feelings 'way with Percocets (Uh)
[Outro]
Phew, phew
And they gone
Written by: Byron Grant, Jonathan Jesus Alvarez Abundiz
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