[00:00.000] 作词 : Luca Malispina/Noah Smith
[00:00.709] 作曲 : Luca Malispina/Noah Smith
[00:01.419][Intro]
[00:01.723]Yo, Luca, where you at?
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[00:03.289][Pre-Chorus]
[00:14.289](I'ma shoot the Glock, ah, yeah)
[00:16.290](I'ma just pop that Perc', Bop)
[00:19.289](Holy one, ridin' round in that Urus, you look broke as ****)
[00:24.664](I took twenty [?], bitch, I'm the holy one)
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[00:26.775][Chorus]
[00:27.289]Uh, I just popped that boy and copped that Birkin (Buh, buh, buh)
[00:29.289]I just pulled up in that ****in' Urus, in that Urus trip
[00:32.352]I been living life like way too fast, I had to purse up
[00:35.513]Yeah, uh, Rollie ****, uh, in the Bentley truck (Phew)
[00:38.914]Uh, 'round with bullets, I got plenty bucks (Come), uh
[00:42.289]Yeah, come back to this crib and I got plenty guns, uh
[00:45.915]Yeah, come back to this crib, security kill you once, bitch, uh
[00:48.987]You can come back everyday, we will gon' kill you for months
[00:52.430]I got mob ties out the country, I got mob ties in this (—Chh)
[00:55.586]I just pulled up in that Bentley and it got frog еyes in it, ha
[00:58.774]You can cut that lil' shit up, we been up fifty minutes
[01:01.789]I ain't talking 'bout no kitchеn, kill 'em, sixty minutes
[01:04.931]Yeah, you ain't ****in' with the boss, yeah, you get diminished
[01:08.368]Yeah, you ain't ****in' with the cops, you ain't paying attention
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[01:11.257][Verse]
[01:11.523]Birkin bag, holdin' weight
[01:12.852]We some Gods, holy ones
[01:14.414]Hold your field, hold your guts
[01:16.164]Neon guts, triple guts (Skrrt)
[01:17.446]Flip it up, double dutch
[01:19.039]Take that back, fifty cups
[01:20.539]Yeah, shoot his bitch ass up
[01:22.321]Yeah, hit that fitted up
[01:23.923]I just made [?], I been smoked that— bitch
[01:27.632]All that shit is trash, they been smoked up
[01:31.243]Every time I drop an album, I'm a Wunna
[01:33.633]I can't do no more or less, 'cause I'm the one now
[01:37.164]Yeah, always lookin' behind my back like I got one eye
[01:40.415]Bitch, I'm paranoid as ****, like, bitch, why wouldn't I be? (Why wouldn't I be?)
[01:43.790]Yeah, I done put it up, bitch, I pull up and smack (Blick 'em)
[01:46.914]I couldn't even trust nobody, yeah, I don't trust no one
[01:50.258]Pull up, we'll get you wacked, had to get you gone
[01:53.789]Pull up in crunch wrap, you better hurt some
[01:57.165]I can't trust not shit, not shit, not shit, not shit
[01:59.947]Yeah, you better buy that Urus with the custom seats (In that Urus)
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[02:03.369][Pre-Chorus]
[02:03.633](I'ma shoot the Glock, ah, yeah)
[02:06.414](I'ma just pop that Perc', Bop)
[02:09.914](Holy one, ridin' round in that Urus, you look broke as ****)
[02:15.040](I took twenty [?], bitch, I'm the holy one)
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[02:16.789][Chorus]
[02:17.290]Uh, I just popped that boy and copped that Birkin (Buh, buh, buh)
[02:19.805]I just pulled up in that ****in' Urus, in that Urus trip
[02:21.914]I been living life like way too fast, I had to purse up
[02:25.727]Uh, Rollie ****, uh, in the Bentley truck (Phew)
[02:29.040]Uh, 'round with bullets, I got plenty bucks (Come), uh
[02:32.729]Yeah, come back to this crib and I got plenty guns, uh
[02:36.040]Yeah, come back to this crib, security kill you once, bitch, uh
[02:39.414]You can come back everyday, we will gon' kill you for months
[02:42.414]I got mob ties out the country, I got mob ties in this (—Chh)
[02:45.790]I just pulled up in that Bentley and it got frog eyes in it, ha
[02:48.789]You can cut that lil' shit up, we been up fifty minutes
[02:52.087]I ain't talking 'bout no kitchen, kill 'em, sixty minutes
[02:55.289]Yeah, you ****in' with the boss, yeah, you get diminished
[02:59.039]Yeah, you ain't ****in' with the cops, you ain't paying attention (You broke, bitch)