歌手:Tory Lanez
专辑:《Convertible Burt (From Road To Fast 9 Mixtape)》

作词 : Daystar Peterson/Marcellus Kevin Gates/Chaz Jackson/Orlando Williamson/Aidan Cullen/Basil Von Steitencron
作曲 : Daystar Peterson/Marcellus Kevin Gates/Chaz Jackson/Orlando Williamson/Aidan Cullen/Basil Von Steitencron
Hop in that ***** and I go
I cannot stress this ***** no more
50 racks came outside from the mall
Still come kick down your door
I don't got no time for no **** shit
All in the bag, little baby gon' bust it
All in my hunnids, they printin' out blue
And they knew as soon as I touch it
Bad joint, hop out the whip
Let a ***** up it, I'ma op out the stick
Safe in the cashmere traffic
But little ***** in the backseat shoot an op out the whip
I ain't finna **** shit, nay-nay, hop in that and that's that
I made 'em put 'em whole ten in her back
Used to talk real crazy to a *****, but I made 'em put it back in her track
703, put the dice back down to the ground
But you know a ***** bettin' on me
Broke boy, he ain't got nothin' on me
I hop out the whip, I stuntin' on three
*****s on **** and they hoverin'
I'm poppin' so hard, that ***** let my brother hit
Tropical water on me like I'm Fiji
I used to set that shit up on a PG
I know the scammers, the trappers, the killers
Tryna cop baby Pampers and some pillows
I'm with the ace, smoke, and gorilla
You see my jacket? It's ch-chinchilla
I just got back on roll, now I'm iced up
Like I just got 50 outta DR
Sendin' you ****boys to the ER
They say nobody poppin' *****, well we are
*****, I might land in a strip in Miami
My ***** is gonna **** me, and never gon' dump me
Right out the dealer, I'm seein' these pictures
Girl, and I know that they never gon' touch me
***** is go-happy-go-lucky
All of my *****s they don't care ducky
All of my rap fares, don't y'all come around shellin' that ice, my man, my Bucky
Now that I'm all independent, I'm out of my label
I promise play 'bout nothin'
Ain't got no label restrictions or politics, *****
They talk it, they playin', I'ma buss it, ayy
I got that greed on my body like Piccolo
She wanna **** with a gigolo
All hittin' me ho like a biggolo, ayy
Granted, I came out the dirt
Doin' Aventadors, landed, I came, and I skrrt
*****, don't play on my turf
Play with this choppa, I bet this shit rain on your Earth
You wanna wifey, you said that you'll give it your worth
I hit that shit, it was dirt, then I slid off in a flirt
Felt like Convertible Burt, ayy, ayy
Air Force 1s, NFL trainin'
In the game with an NFL trainer
Movin' pill, tracker on a trailblazer
Caught a sale, what a major bill changer
I'm in the lead in a league of my own
Supplyin' the peace, get a piece of me gone
I'm in the streets and they ringin' my phone
Surprising to me, I can't leave it alone
I'm in a sports car
Roll down the window and then I advance in a sports bra
Don't tell me you love her
Come and then stand in the streets, I got lost cause
I get a hand full of mushrooms, I take some to reach her
Iced out, leave the clip in the
Lifestyle of the rich and the famous
Close quarters in a whip and a gangster
Pipe down up in here 'fore I spank you
Pull up, corner round the bend
I walk down, never slid, yeah
I got power, no pretend, yeah
Only cowards like to spend, yeah
Barbershop we for real, yeah
Grip the clippers, split a weave, yeah
Caught a clip, you're in a wheelchair
We gon' to war in this time
Party time, turn me
And I'm gon' walk around