歌词
Yeah, huh? Uh, yeah, yeah
Huh? Uh, huh? Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, huh? Uh
Huh? Uh, huh? Uh
Slick Rick type of nıgga 'cause I'm a bad bıtch getter
Poppin' painkiller, uh, higher than a plane, nıgga (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
You a lame, you ain't gang, so I can't hang with ya (No)
Touch my chain, bang, bang, snatch a nıgga brain, nıgga
Uh, got a pole on my hip, ain't no fightin' (Ain't no fightin')
I strike a nıgga with this .30 like some lightning (Just like some lightning)
I hit her for the night, I don't do no wifin' (Don't do no wifin')
I fucc her then delete her, yeah, I'm so triflin' (I'm so triflin')
Real, real, real, real, real savage (I'm a savage)
I don't fucc with that bıtch if she average (If she average)
I got a bad stripper bıtch named Ashley (Ashley)
She taste like candy, do you understand me? (Candy, yeah)
Brand new car, hop out the 'Vette, ice on my wrist, Audemar, Patek
Brand new chain, ice on my neck, got tired of the Drac' and I copped me a TEC
I'm up all night, I don't get rest, I'm catchin' these flights and chasin' a check
Lil baby, she wet, I don't want sǝx, open your mouth and give me your neck
Uh, give me your neck, yeah (Give me your neck)
Keep your pants on, just want the neck (The neck, neck, neck)
Want the neck, keep your pants on (Give me neck, neck)
For real, bıtch, keep your pants on (Give the neck, give the neck, give the neck, neck)
I'm a Slick Rick type of nıgga (Nıgga)
She wanna fucc with me because my bands bigger (My bands bigger)
Pass me the blunt, I don't do the liquor (No liquor)
And your bıtch a groupie, wanna take a picture (And take a picture)
I'm strapped up like a dyke or somethin', I hope you don't try to take nothin' (What)
My nıggas strapped with army guns (Yeah), you think I'm lyin', I'll show you one (Rah, rah)
We up from the hip and we burn one (Baow, baow, baow, baow)
When I up, you better dip, that's your head, son (That's your head, son)
Uh, uh, aight
That's your head, son
When I up, you better dip, that's your head, son
Yeah, yeah
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