Intro歌词

作词 : Slade/Kiari Cephus/Quavious Marshall/Miles Parks McCollum
作曲 : Slade/Kiari Cephus/Quavious Marshall/Miles Parks McCollum
Monsta's gon' tear it up
Feel me
Nawfside *****t *****, you know what I mean
Y'all thought this *****t was over or somethin',
You know what I mean, this *****t ain't over *****
Chanel and Dolce Gabbana
I bought that *****t for my mama
I stood right in front of your honor, huh
When I got home, ran up commas
Ooh, Cartiers on look like Arthur, uh
***** I'm your daddy, your father
Who that be talkin' 'bout drama
***** on my mama we gonna solve 'em
I'm with Mango Foo hangin' out of the roof
Chasin' the loot, never caught in the loop
Sick with the flute, cook a brick in the booth
In the Mulsanne and my seat the masseuse
Throw the ***** off of the back, it's an oop
She wanna ***** the whole group
But I can't cuff her, no shackles on you
We ***** and that's all that we do
Bon appétit, let's eat
Ate a plate full of molly, she geeked
Hachoo, she sneezed
***** on her knees off the skis
When I ***** do not call me back, please
Diamonds all white like the priest
Maison Margiela on sleeves
I'm dressin' like I'm Japanese
The doors was closed, I kicked it open
I had the fire, it was ****ed and loaded
Stand in the kitchen with my eyes wide open
Need a gas mask, it's too potent
Your ho like to *****, her ***** smoking
The street that you walking on, we control it
Quality Control this *****t (control it)
Quality Control your ***** (control her)
You might wanna hold your diss (huh?)
'Cause ***** we folding *****t
Walk in the spot, so many straps
***** whose pole is this?
Now the hot records I'm on it
Young *****, you owe me this
YRN, throwin' up QC
We got trap stars and we on TV (TV)
***** on the system, ***** free Meek (free Meek)
Carats jumping off the chain, 3D (3D)
Whippin' up bricks in the teepee (teepee)
And then the braves serve J's on your street
Superstar shawty, my newest ***** super woke
Pull out that ho, give her super throat
Bank account look like a goddamn Uber code
Keep it lowkey but I'm hittin' you *****s' hoes
Free my bro Nino from prison, yeah
He hide the crack in the ceiling, yeah
Quay bought a whip so I gotta go get one too
We coppin' whips like it's none' to do
Pour a four in a Sprite, not no Mountain Dew
We hit these hoes then we switch-a-roo
I done hit everything in the city
Quay done hit everything in the city
Take done hit everything in the city
Old ***** *****s hate me, huh (***** 'em)
I got the kids on lock, huh
She eatin' kids on spot, huh
I parked the Yacht at the dock
Got a new Glock, same color parking lot (hoo)