歌手:Nav
专辑:《Emergency Tsunami (Bonus Version)》

作词 : Navraj Goraya/Wesley Glass/AMIR ESMAILIAN/Sugar-Ray Henry
作曲 : Navraj Goraya/Wesley Glass/AMIR ESMAILIAN/Sugar-Ray Henry
Droppin' bodies we ride out they droppin' tears
Got dirty money like cleats on a soccer player
I'll buy an opp pack and blow that shit in the air
They talk about me but I don't care
Engine in the back the trunk is not in the rear
With a bad b***h the wind blowin' through her hair
Pop me a pill just like Wheezy I'm outta here
Battlin' all of my darkest fears
My price make them scratch on they head but they book me
Stayed on the grind ten years is what it took me
Like I left the oven on I'm burnin' cookies
Say they gon' touch me I wish that they would
Walk with my chest out I never get shook
I work the pot like I know how to cook
Hit up my ex any time 'cause I could
Keep me a stick I ain't knockin' on wood
Never rely on my look when I pop out
I make a call they gon' pull up and hop out
Paint you we draw for the chopper like chop chop
Slide in the 'Vette we gon' shoot out the drop top
.50 round drum turn his shirt to a crop top
Like a track meet doin' laps on the opp block
Don't beat my meat I be ****in' on thot thots
Flooded out fully no this ain't no stopwatch
My whip expensive can't go through a car wash
Bought it in cash took it right off the car lot
Smoke out the pound got some pressure to burn off
Got some money counters I don't gotta turn off
If checks are involved then you know I'm all for it
Slide in the Aventador liftin' my doors
My shooter got a mop but it's not for the floor
Your girl come around make her walk on all fours
Droppin' bodies we ride out they droppin' tears
Got dirty money like cleats on a soccer player
I'll buy an opp pack and blow that shit in the air
They talk about me but I don't care
Engine in the back the trunk is not in the rear
With a bad b***h the wind blowin' through her hair
Pop me a pill just like Wheezy I'm outta here
Battlin' all of my darkest fears
My price make them scratch on they head but they book me
Stayed on the grind ten years is what it took me
Like I left the oven on I'm burnin' cookies
Say they gon' touch me I wish that they would
Walk with my chest out I never get shook
I work the pot like I know how to cook
Hit up my ex any time 'cause I could
Keep me a stick I ain't knockin' on wood