歌手:Lil Skies
专辑:《Riot》

作词 : Kimetrius Foose/Alex Petit
作曲 : Kimetrius Foose/Alex Petit
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Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Woah, woah, woah)
I (Woah, woah, woah, woah)
I (Yeah)
Ayy
Walkin' dripped out, you see the details
I got water on me drippin' like a seashell
I gave her lust, she wanted love, I told her, "Oh, well"
When I was broke, I busted traps of my next Hell
What you gon' do when you make it?
'Lot of people change when it comes to bein' famous
Fifty thousand cash in my pockets when I lane switch
I'm a rich n*gga, I won't f*ck her if she basic
She a rich *****, cut a n*gga off for fakin'
Nightmare on Elm street, I kill Freddy like I'm Jason
Hardly ever sleep, I told the doctor I'm dream chasin'
I gave her the addy, she popped up and we got faded
Ten minutes later she was naked, *** shakin'
Real rockstar, them pretenders just be playin'
If I got a problem, then my brother get to sprayin'
Don't care what he say, we gon' catch him where he layin'
And I'ma boss up on any occasion
Young n*gga poppin' tags
Young n*gga got a bag and he got his own swag, let's go
Young n*gga stay low, got a lot of pesos
And he sellin' out shows, you know
I'ma die for the gang, spent like eighty on my chain
Tryna snatch it, take your brain
Big smoke n*gga, you ain't never helped your mans
Hit a lick for twenty bands, that put ten up in his hand
You a ho n*gga, and I'm livin' by the code
I got hoes down the road when I'm bored, suck my soul
Hear me on the radio, girl, I'm in my glow
I got money and the flow, it look like I'm sellin' d**e
Why your baby-daddy broke? That n*gga is a joke
I should probably put him on, but I probably really won't
Call up stance, I'm the boat, the gang stay afloat
Got bred by the loaf, turn a p***y n***a toast
I'm too nice with this
She wanna come s*ck, I told her come ride the d*ck
My gang on full attack, this that real riot shit
You f*ck around, get clapped, tryna highfive and sh*t
I don't wanna talk about it, 'cause I just do it
You would rather tweet about it, n*gga just stupid
I be with a bad *****, break her heart, cupid
Yeah, I'm livin' average, I tribute my music
Nightmare on Elm street, I kill Freddy like I'm Jason
Hardly ever sleep, I told the doctor I'm dream chasin'
I gave her the addy, she popped up and we got faded
Ten minutes later she was naked, *** shakin'
Real rockstar, them pretenders just be playin'
If I got a problem, then my brother get to sprayin'
Don't care what he say, we gon' catch him where he layin'
And I'ma boss up on any occasion
Young n*gga poppin' tags
Young n*gga got a bag and he got his own swag, let's go
Young n*gga stay low, got a lot of pesos
And he sellin' out shows, you know
I'ma die for the gang, spent like eighty on my chain
Tryna snatch it, take your brain
Big smoke n*gga, you ain't never helped your mans
Hit a lick for twenty bands, that put ten up in his hand
You a ho n*gga
Yeah, yeah, that's why you a ho n*gga, yeah
Why you a ho n*gga, yeah
Why you a ho, yeah
All we got n*gga