歌词
Baby I'm trappin', so just leave me 'lone,
I ain't gon' say how I feel today
I been ridin' doley with my brothers,
These *****s ain't cut enough, I had to get away
**** all these broke *****s,
I ain't never really ****ed with y'all *****s
Only worried 'bout the bands and my *****s,
She don't like it when I'm out with my *****s
*****, I'm a real life savage,
**** a ***** hoe, took her out to Paris
And that ***** know I'm 'bout it,
I get two-hunnid-fifty in a mansion
On the gang I swear we wildin',
Tool-er in the back, don't try no edgy shit
Told my whole team that I got 'em,
**** on a hoe while I count these commas
I'm runnin' it up, countin' up Obama's
Got it all by myself, you ain't believe,
We was sellin' leafs, with these hoes on me
***** set up with the gang, know they rock with me,
Big killers and them O's with me
Twenty-five just for the gold on three,
Can't no ***** walk, like he known with me
No number, just the gold on three (Ugh)
Got on my ass and ***** put Louis on my dawg
Broke *****s talk down on my name,
Just like these hoggers, I'on trust 'em
I got a message for all you fake *****s,
That have never seen me come from nothing
Whole lotta hoes they mad at me,
'cause after I **** I swear I'ma dub her
Told that ***** I can fly her to Asia,
How you blowin' my phone when you hate me?
Only **** with me 'cause I got paper,
They talking on me like they know I'ma take it
Got rubies and ritz, tomorrow we baking it,
And that ***** try finding converstations, I hate it
That *****, we got them bands by our 'lone, 'lone,
Why they talkin' to me? I'on know y'all
Baby I'm trappin', so just leave me 'lone,
I ain't gon' say how I feel today
I been ridin' doley with my brothers,
These *****s ain't cut enough, I had to get away
**** all these broke *****s,
I ain't never really ****ed with y'all *****s
Only worried 'bout the bands and my *****s,
She don't like it when I'm out with my *****s
*****, I'm a real life savage,
**** a ***** hoe, took her out to Paris
And that ***** know I'm 'bout it,
I get two-hunnid-fifty in a mansion
On the gang I swear we wildin',
Tool-er in the back, don't try no edgy shit
Told my whole team that I got 'em,
**** on a hoe while I count these commas
I'm runnin' it up, countin' up Obama's
专辑信息
1.NEIGHBORHOOD SUPPLIER
2.LEFT RIGHT
3.STRONG
4.NO FLAWS
5.RILL
6.DIRTY 4
7.2ND CHANCES
8.NEVADA
9.PARIS
10.DEPARTED
11.2 SEATER