作词 : Shane Lindstrom/Jacques Webster/Quavious Marshall/Kirshnick Ball/Donald Paton

作曲 : Shane Lindstrom/Jacques Webster/Quavious Marshall/Kirshnick Ball/Donald Paton

Murda on tha beat, that's not nice

Real shit, I

Get high, touch the sky

Right hand in the air

Left hand in the pot

Real shit, I

We see eye to eye

Real shit, I

We see eye to eye

Yeah, yeah (yeah)

I see green in your eyes, it don't lie (it's lit)

Blew dollar bills in them hills to the sky (cash)

We with the flow and dash

And all of my hoes, they goin' cash

Over that, 'bout they mad

I know the problem, yeah, yeah

Eye to eye (yeah)

Choose to Dubai (yeah, yeah)

I could see that they jealous, don't know why (ahh)

Is it 'cause we lit at 4 AM at the spot?

Put that on your tongue, wait for the swag to unlock (yeah)

If you searching, coming for us (alright),

Over the border (it's lit)

We import 'em (yeah), just don't record us (straight up)

Poppin' at the crib then live it, run it like the foreign

Roll the dice at night, I take the chance in the morning

Nah mean?

We ain't really with that camera shit

Nah

We ****ed up for real, for real, for real

We ****ed up the check for real (checks)

We havin' a lean inside, it's the percs,

She havin' the X pill (lean)

We know how to flex for real

We hop on a jet, the time we kill (pew)

These niggas be ridin' and chasin' money

Wrong, signing deals (ye)

I got Patek Philippe (ye)

And I bought a skeleton (ice, ye)

I'm a deadly weapon (ye)

I'm about to go off in a second (vroom)

Moving bricks and medicine (bricks)

She like to fly, pelican (brr)

Touch the sky, heavenly (sky)

Designer belt from the Netherlands (yeah, yeah)

Real shit, I

Get high, touch the sky

Right hand in the air

Left hand in the pot

Real shit, I

We see eye to eye

Real shit, I

We see eye to eye

Yeah, yeah

I see green in your eyes, it don't lie (green)

Blew dollar bills in them hills to the sky (yeah)

We with the flow and dash (skrrt, skrrt)

Know my hoes, they goin' cash (skrrt, skrrt)

Over that, 'bout they mad

I know the problem, yeah yeah

Real shit, I (I), pop a perc' and fly (brr)

Crack that ceiling, take a whiff and I come back alive (live)

Niggas commit suicide when they don't got mob ties

Flip it like it's Five Guys, I'm 2Pac, get all eyes (all)

Look at the bitch, she a dime

So many watches, a nigga can't run out of time

They get out of line

They gang in your yard

But they strapped like the Uber driver with the sign (brrt)

I've been known to tell the truth for my rapper

These other rapper tell lies (lies)

Real niggas keep the trap alive

Ain't no fabrication on the vine (let's count)

Real shit, I

Get high, touch the sky

Right hand in the air

Left hand in the pot

Real shit, I

We see eye to eye

Real shit, I

We see eye to eye

Yeah, yeah

I see green in your eyes, it don't lie (green)

Blew dollar bills in them hills to the sky (yeah)

We with the flow and dash (skrrt, skrrt)

Know my hoes, they goin' cash (skrrt, skrrt)

Over that, 'bout they mad

I know the problem, yeah, yeah (yeah)

Skrrt, skrrt

Skrrt, skrrt