歌手:Justin Rarri
专辑:《YOUNGEST IN KHARGE (DELUXE)》

作词 : Adrian Baez/Dennys Capellan/Martin Alexander Pitt
作曲 : Adrian Baez/Dennys Capellan/Martin Alexander Pitt
Ayo, Pitt, we got one
SumYunGhai with me the sh*t
R.I.P. the pus*y then heartbreak
Shorty eating salad that parsley
Put the bands on your man, watch the car shake
In the Louis V bag should be more cake
B*tch, I be the n*gga that they all hate
I ain't ever finna listen what they all say
Count up big bread in broad day
Said I don't regret them hard days
Essential
Gotta keep the ruger on the hip, n*gga essential
I just f*cked a cougar in the backseat of a rental
F*cking with me 'cause she really think I be the answer
Wish a n*gga would roll 'em up in a pencil
Two Dracos, get 'em gone, no silencio
N*ggas leaving nun, ain't no evidence
Run the bag on 'em, like oh Imma tax 'em (oh Imma tax 'em)
N*gga left home, got a gold Patek
F*ck the b*tch once and I ain't call her back
Wunna too rich, I'm hard to catch
Silly b*tch sent me a horrible text
Wunna not the one to argue with
Landed in Houston where Harden at
A lot of these rappers be starting cap
Need to get some drip, just watch me
I took a hit, still can't stop me
But usually cut the tax on Roxi
The gang but I call 'em my posse
You pussies should be riding in a carseat
I'm ridin' in her pus*y like broccoli
B*tch lyin got a n*gga so salty
This cash got me f*cking on Barbies
Know you adore me
Broke her heart, no, ain't nothing free
N*gga tried to screw like Bun B
Road to the riches, ain't nothing sweet
The road to the riches, ain't nothing sweet
The Rolls Cullinan got love seats
The Wock' got the double cup muddy
R.I.P. the pus*y then heartbreak
Shorty eating salad that parsley
Put the bands on your man, watch the car shake
In the Louis V bag should be more cake
B*tch, I be the n*gga that they all hate
I ain't ever finna listen what they all say
Count up big bread in broad day
Said I don't regret them hard days
Essential
Gotta keep the ruger on the hip, n*gga essential
I just f*cked a cougar in the backseat of a rental
F*cking with me 'cause she really think I be the answer
Wish a n*gga would roll 'em up in a pencil
Two Dracos, get 'em gone, no silencio
N*ggas leaving nun, ain't no evidence
Run the bag on 'em, like oh Imma tax 'em (oh Imma tax 'em)
Got a bad b*tch, she act a hella goofy though
I don't bring her around me, she talk a lot
That my n*gga, he know he don't act like a ho
Know that I'm blowing up first and n*ggas not
And I know that they plotting, I keep a Glock
R.I.P. n*ggas that walked in the cross fire
Always back out my pole at a red light
Shawty asking if a n*gga paranoid (ouu woah-oh)
Moonwalking at sixteen
Diamonds hittin', boutta Toosie Slide while n*gga f*ckin ya hoe
Told them n*ggas don't text me
N*gga, I be rolling on exotic, finna get me out my zone
My momma say she miss me
Told her I be trapping, she be laughing, b*tches crying on her phone
We gon' prove when that f*ck n*gga step up
Bae don’t judge me, I smoke lotta pressure
I be high as f*ck, no n*ggas liking us
Your b*tch booked up, Telly inviting us
And that’s prolly why that f*ck n*gga mad
Know he better stay in his bag
In the quarantine season uh
Trapping for the week
Diamonds hitting, make a n*gga start to blinking
Get to bussin' if a n*gga start thinking, know that they watching
R.I.P. the pus*y then heartbreak
Shorty eating salad that parsley
Put the bands on your man, watch the car shake
In the Louis V bag should be more cake
B*tch, I be the n*gga that they all hate
I ain't ever finna listen what they all say
Count up big bread in broad day
Said I don't regret them hard days
Essential
Gotta keep the ruger on the hip, n*gga essential
I just f*cked a cougar in the backseat of a rental
F*cking with me 'cause she really think I be the answer
Wish a n*gga would roll 'em up in a pencil
Two Dracos, get 'em gone, no silencio
N*ggas leaving nun, ain't no evidence
Run the bag on 'em, like oh Imma tax 'em (oh Imma tax 'em)