歌手:Drake
专辑:《Her Loss》

作词 : A. Graham/R. Leyva/Dylan Cleary-Krell/D. Snodgrass Jr/M. McCollum
作曲 : A. Graham/R. Leyva/Dylan Cleary-Krell/D. Snodgrass Jr/M. McCollum
BackOutside Boyz, totin' a seventy on the strip, I’m ready to die
Cuttin' the traction, bendin' the corner, bet I make shit glide
Try to bring a job to me, he ain’t know how we cha-cha slide
I'll never lose sleep over no bitch, way too much pride
Fill it up in a briefcase, split this shit with the vibe

Hmm, hmm, hmm
Breakin' a Brinks truck, my right wrist van cleef
I spent days in the east tryna figure if I'm geeked
This bitch tweakin', talk too much while I was geeked, blew my peep
****in' rap niggas hoes in the street, this shit sweet
I went half a million on Rose, four million on my ice
Couple million on my cars, I went Tyson, I'm too nice
Nigga shot me on the street, he wanted to talk, asked my price
The number was as high as me, I ain't gon’ lie
I was ****in’ with this lil' woe, I think she bi
Tweakin’, the 6 God is comin' back (Brr)
BackOutside Boyz, totin' a seventy on the strip, I'm ready to die (Okay)
Cuttin’ the traction, bettin' the corner, bet I make shit glide
Shawty bring a job to me, he ain't know how we cha-cha slide
I'll never lose sleep over no bitch, way too much pride
Fill it up in a briefcase, split this shit with the vibe

[Verse 2: Drake & Lil Yachty]
I don't know nothin' 'bout no crime or no news
I'm an owl but I never tell you who (Who)
[?] she watch, she get on plains, it take up two
My member just got out, he still on paper, he still a shoot
Shoot, shoot
Lovin' me, still stay down just like a roof
She a ten tryna rap, it's good on mute
It's finance, but girl, I got the loop
For the bands, no bae, what you gon' do?
Choppa can [?]
I know presidents on secret services shit, we down to dunk
Yeah, who the president? I never voted once
If I did, I'd vote Teanna Trump, ayy, yeah
If you play with me, I'm backin' out that one
I treat these tickets like a hundred racks
Tweakin', the 6 God is comin' back

BackOutside Boyz, totin' a seventy on the strip, I'm ready to die (Okay)
Cuttin' the traction, bettin' the corner, bet I make shit glide
Shawty bring a job to me, he ain't know how we cha-cha slide
I'll never lose sleep over no bitch, way too much pride
Fill it up in a briefcase, split this shit with the vibe