歌词
Banger
Young new world, young new wave
Ohhh-ooh-ohhh
DJ on the beat, so it’s a banger
Ay
Drip drop, big drip
Droppin’ when I’m steppin’ in
I remember being broke, used to shop at Citi Trends
Keep a MAC-11 ’round me, dumb head it’s gon’ spin the Benz
Keep tryna play with the gang, that’s how your story gon’ end
Ayy (uh), wait (uh), telling my boy is that Slime on go (Ayy, go ayy)
Why that bitch mad at lil’ bro? (Uh, woah)
Gucci, Fendi, I rock designer clothes, no
No don’t need security, my dawg got bombs
Know I stay in Gucci man
Might just go Super Saiyan
Run up on me, you get hit
Couple shots to your brain
Hop out wit’ it, hop out get it
No Lil Pump, got her screaming “ESSKEETIT”
My hittas got good aim
I rep young nigga man
They givin’ out free smoke, come get this nicotine
Oh Lord, oh Lord
Skips that vault heat
Shots to his door
Play this back, I’ll be real everybody
Sittin’ heavy, I’ll be real everybody
Someone said take out the opps, if you was really, really ’bout it
We keep a rockstar vibe, that’s a fact
Hop out, Gucci, Louis, Fendi bag (DJ on the beat, so it’s a banger)
Ay
Drip drop, big drip
Droppin’ when I’m steppin’ in
I remember being broke, used to shop at Citi Trends
Keep a MAC-11 ’round me, dumb head it’s gon’ spin the Benz
Keep tryna play with the gang, that’s how your story gon’ end
Ayy (uh), wait (uh), telling my boy is that Slime on go (Ayy, go ayy)
Why that bitch mad at lil’ bro? (Uh, woah)
Gucci, Fendi, I rock designer clothes, no (NLE the Top Shotta)
No don’t need security, my dawg got bombs (Ayy)
Don’t need security because I’m securing me
Don’t think you hearin’ me, ten on my earrings
Niggas gon’ mirror me, won’t interfere on me
Chain on purity, see that shit clearly
Designer rockin’, my 5 in my pocket
I go for the score and you niggas can’t block it
I’m comin’ like joggers, ballin’ be my hobby
Ay, stop all that talkin’ and get you a body, before you get bodied
Been hit a body, charge me with the body, then go beat the body
Damn that’s a body, got calamari and Oxycontins, on Mollys and Roxys
Pull up in the Masi, in the back like Maazy,
I post with my posse, we slidin’ like hockey
Couple of females that post in the lobby,
I walk past and they screamin’ out “Papi”
I saved the trends, the city gon’ trend me,
POs lookin’ near me, but they gon’ hear me
They can’t keep it friendly, niggas don’t list me
Drop on the ten-speed, let off ’bout twenty
We pullin’ out the lot, straight drop, we poppin’, poppin’, poppin’
You say what about the opps, they body droppin’, droppin’
I mix the diamonds and drip with the cheddar
My teeth speakin’ different language like Rosetta
I thought a nigga knew better
You can’t mix the glizzy and the choppas with the Berettas
Say he a stepper, but I took his metal
I’d rather go federal ‘fore I go medical
Mind over matter
My bars, they metaphors
I told the police that I’m just a rapper
Drip drop, big drip (Drip)
Droppin’ when I’m steppin’ in (YNW)
I remember being broke, used to shop at Citi Trends (Brr)
Keep a MAC-11 ’round me, dumbhead it’s gon’ spin the Benz (Skrtt)
Keep tryin’ to play with the gang, that’s how your story gon’ end (Brr)
Hey, wait, telling my boy is that Slime on go, oh (Fax)
Why that bitch mad at lil’ bro? Bro
Gucci, Fendi, I rock designer clothes, no
No don’t need security, my dawg got bombs
(Brr)
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