歌手:Two Poins Black
专辑:《Built From The Ground Up》

作词 : Juan Diego Mendoza Ramírez
作曲 : Juan Diego Mendoza Ramírez
**[Intro]**
Yeah, yeah, lights out when we pull up
Too much cash, too many problems
Ain't no hiding, ain't no running
If they want it, they can come get it

### **[Verse 1]**
Too many nights in the trap, no sleep
Hundred-round clip, turn a opp into a vegan
Say he want smoke, now he praying to Jesus
Ain't got time for a fake or a leech

Rolls Royce truck, stars in the ceiling
Ice on my wrist, got the whole block chilling
Ten bad ones in the suite, laid back
Money too tall, had to stack it to the ceiling

Never folded, never switched, no betrayals
Opps in the club, we gon' leave 'em on tables
Move that pack, yeah, the gas too loud
VVS stones got my whole neck wild

### **[Chorus]**
Big stepper, I don't need no validation
My wrist dancing, think it's strobe animation
Glock tucked, keep it right by my side
Ain't no slipping, we gon' leave 'em with closed eyes

### **[Verse 2]**
I don’t talk much, let the money do the speaking
Couple M’s on the table, I ain’t tweaking
Flex online, but in real life they weakened
Just bought another drum with a beacon

We ain't in the same league, I’m elite
Plug hit my line, said the load just reached
Hundred K stuffed in my Amiri jeans
I been stacking, ain't no way I’m losing sleep

### **[Bridge]**
Load the clips, we don’t fear nothing
Talk too much, we gon’ hush 'em
Ain’t no passes, no discussion

### **[Verse 3]**
I don’t need to brag, they already know my name
Walk into the bank, tell 'em empty out the safe
I make money, I don’t trip over chains
But these diamonds still shine like a rave

Moving lowkey, too many snakes on the road
Glock got a beam in case somebody fold
Cut ties with 'em, I don’t deal with the fakes
If he talk reckless, he gon’ say it to my K

### **[Chorus]**
Big stepper, I don’t need no validation
My wrist dancing, think it’s strobe animation
Glock tucked, keep it right by my side
Ain’t no slipping, we gon’ leave 'em with closed eyes

### **[Outro]**
Hundred in the safe, hundred on my chain
Hundred on the dash, flying through the lanes
Ain’t no asking, I don’t play no games
If he talking tough, he gon’ see the flame

Moving different, money in the trunk
Gang in the shadows, always stacking up
Too much ice, got 'em thinking they drunk