Loki’s Theme歌词
作词 : Manny Galvez/Julian Munro/Dwayne Carter/Ernesto Shaw
作曲 : Manny Galvez/Julian Munro/Dwayne Carter/Ernesto Shaw
B-walk, on this sidewak, I'ma leap, jump
I don't know what the **** he thought
I put on in his head like a deep—
What up though, it's Tunechi
New Orleans nigga turn gumbo to sushi
Money real tall like Mutombo, you puny
You already know I'ma big dog, you snoopy
Don't you salute me, codeine pollute me, I'm droopy
Smoke it, then bomb me, like you nuke me, it's spooky
Y'all niggas flukey, y'all niggas always broke like a hoopty
Hold up, sound off, one, two, snatch the crown off of you
I make house calls, I'ma come through and kick the door like kung fu
Hold up, pop a bottle, Don Perry
Like Colorado I'm Prime married
Don't talk that shit, no commentary
Just shake that, shh, like a library
Flow so clean, got me tip-toeing
Dick so big, I almost tripped over it
I came on her belly, that's star jelly
Bi-bitch gimme brain like a smart aleck
Hollup, right, left, right, left, you toothless
Break his nose, right hand, feel the mucus
Pussy nigga, stop playin', stop douchin'
Blood chillin' in the cut, no sutures
Uh, B-walk, one punch slept a nigga, made him sleepwalk
She up-and-down this dick like see-saw
I'm still runnin' this shit like the green hawk
Hollup, err, my jewelery walk
You know I check a nigga like result
Yo' bitch try to beat my meat, that's meat assault
You know blood gang so gang, they think we [?] (Blood)
On blood, I said on blood (On blood)
Nigga trippin' 'til he see his own blood
I pistol whip 'em, now he sippin' on blood
No pen or pencil, but he finna draw blood
I said on blood, blood bath, you can get your own tub
I'm on my grizzley 'cause I got my own cubs
Big B's and I got my own buzz
On blood, I said on blood
This nigga trippin' 'til he see his own blood
I pistol whip 'em, now he sippin' on blood
No pen or pencil, but he finna draw blood
I said on blood, blood bath, you can get your own tub
I'm on my grizzley 'cause I got my own tub
Big B's and I got my own buzz, and I got it out the mud
B-walk, on this sidewalk, I'ma leave, chalk
I don't know what the **** he thought
I put on in his head like a deep thought
And if he walk, that's cheap talk
[?] boolin, that's how we talk
In the street talk, gotta speak soft
You know niggas get killed by default
Tune act a donkey like hee-haw
Him a lay a nigga down like pink salt
Smokin' that tree 'til the tree fall
And I stay armed, like, sleeves off
Re-red like spaghetti and meatballs
Co-cold blooded, I got the deep frost
H-hop on the D and she rejoice
I'ma blood, little bitch, I'ma B-boy
No, [?], on blood, Tunechi
I pistol whip 'em, now he sippin' on blood
No pen or pencil, but he finna draw blood
Big B's and I got my own buzz, and I got it out the— got it out the mud, mud
Mother****er, got it out the mud, mother****er
Got it out the mud (On blood)
Mother****er, got it out the mud
Blood, and I got it out the— got it out the mud
Mud, mother****er, got it out the mud, mother****er
Got it out the mud