作词 : Quincy Matthew Hanley/Ronald Nathan LaTour Jr.

作曲 : Quincy Matthew Hanley/Ronald Nathan LaTour Jr.

[Verse 1]

Like damn wop, how I get a b***h like yeern?

I'm a drop top nigga 'cause the sun won't burn

Wanna live like guap but the stripes ain't earned

I'ma get it right now, I ain't waitin' no turn

Got a brand new house, tryna avoid my hurt

'Bout six point somethin' in the field like church

Heard the hood got whacked, and the set went turn

Got a four-eight-eight in the glide like Curt

I've been livin' off golf for the last few deals

When the Nike check came and I still got chills

Hit a 2K lick, I ain't even go pro

Gotta boss LA, now I'm smellin' like goat

Call me Ice Cube baby, when they sit on my chain

Heard a lame ass nigga tryna play with my name

On them twenty-three tour and I'm goin' no brain

Goin' dumb with these hundreds, now my thumb got stained

I'm a nigga out here, everything come free

I ain't never met God, but I bet he know me

Put your money in the set, a nigga die in them streets

Threw the boy alley hoopin', now he ridin' on fleek (Shoo)

Got a porch light skin and the ceilin' got peeled

I was twenty plus young when this shit got real

Young black boy runnin', got me out of that field

Made a livin' off game, you should get it on film

I ain't never your kind, late but I'm really on time

Girl, what you put in your mind, I ain't diggin' your sign

Truth, but that p***y ain't mine, hurt, but I made it out fine

Still in my prime, broke nigga, really out lyin'

Talk like he Tony Hawk, grind throwin' twenty on a nine

Nigga how you live with no spine? Broke nigga better off dyin'

Man, you niggas got nerve, broke ass, need to get a bird

**** it, I'ma get it off first, from the way you ain't surf

You b***h niggas lookin' all hurt, funny 'til your ego got nerfed

Boy done made it all worse, woke up, lookin' like "Word?"

One-fifty lay on my shirt, twenty lay on my teeth

Boy, I make a M in my sleep, everything I want in my reach

I'ma run it off tops, wonder where I've been? I've been pullin' off lots

Fo'-fifty-four, I'ma keep it on stock

Cognac bezel with the ticker on rocks

Figg side nigga, tell me what I ain't got

Get it right now where I got it back then

Number one stunna with the love of my wrist

Raised by the gang with a mill' like Philly

With the watch, two-fifty and a b***h so silly (Blue)

[Interlude]

Uh

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh

Yeah, uh

(Shoo)

[Verse 2]

When the door got closed, I ain't feel too bad

I'ma run mine up, I'ma have some stashed

Now you in a broad purse, boy you goin' out sad

Now you wanna couch surf and you keep a little rat

Nigga livin' out his backpack, need to get a bag

Got a gray double R and it need both lanes

Got a dollar to his name, but he all gang-gang

But he all on my d**k, and I find that strange

Keep playin' with the fire, but his ass get burned

Bet your boy got split when the light got turned

Got his head all cracked, but the boy won't learn

Big racked up shawty when the block gets served

Niggas always sorry when the cap don't work

Got the butterfly doors and they fly like bird

Bet I love my b***h, but I ain't them nerd

Like damn wop, how I get a b***h like yeern?