作词 : Fazan Munshi/Raeusi Uraeus/Taylor Chavis

作曲 : Fazan Munshi/Raeusi Uraeus/Taylor Chavis

(Come on)

I got the cash, ** (That was really lame)

Stackin' these bands, bucks

I got a Glock and I'm keepin' it tucked

She suck me good, yeah, she likin' it rough

Hit from the back and I beat up her buns

Copy the swag, man I'm peepin' my sons

You laugh at me, look at me, ***, I'm up

Say you lovin' me, no feelings involved

*** put me to sleep, I'm havin' withdrawals

You can't be like me, even if you try (Even if you try)

And she wanna **, she know who to call

She know who to call, put a red dot on my blick (Uh)

That nigga talkin' that— (That nigga talkin' that—)

***, I'm way too sick (Uh)

I get I be that pretty nigga, your *** call for ** (Yeah)

"Why you talk 'bout hudreds so much?" That's just what I get

You ain't in the mix, Chrome Hearts with the Ricks

She say, "Why you fly for school?" That's my everyday fit

I said that I do this shit, yeah, I would never quit

If you wanna talk on the gang, we got choppers and fire, we aim at your lip

Ayy, pull up in that Testarossa

Yeah, she mad 'cause I don't post her

** that ***, I don't even know her

She suck that cream out my ** like a Danimal

Beat up the cheeks, ***, I feel like an animal

Eat up the ***, I feel like a cannibal

Dive in that shit, ***, I do a lil' cannonball

I got the cash, ** (That was really lame)

Stackin' these bands, bucks

I got a Glock and I'm keepin' it tucked

She suck me good, yeah, she likin' it rough

Hit from the back and I beat up her buns

Copy the swag, man I'm peepin' my sons

You laugh at me, look at me, ***, I'm up

Say you lovin' me, no feelings involved

*** put me to sleep, I'm havin' withdrawals

You can't be like me, even if you try (Even if you try)

And she wanna **, she know who to call

She know who to call, put a red dot on my blick (Uh)

That nigga talkin' that— (That nigga talkin' that—)

***, I'm way too sick (Uh)

I get I be that pretty nigga, your *** call for ** (Yeah)

"Why you talk 'bout hudreds so much?" That's just what I get

You ain't in the mix, Chrome Hearts with the Ricks

She say, "Why you fly for school?" That's my everyday fit

I said that I do this shit, yeah, I would never quit

If you wanna talk on the gang, we got choppers and fire, we aim at your lip