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作词 : Thomas Horton/Orlando Brossie/Aaron Tago/Bryson Potts
作曲 : Thomas Horton/Orlando Brossie/Aaron Tago/Bryson Potts
Pipe that s**t up, TNT
Ayy
NLE s**t
NLE the top shotta, got the bomb like Al-Qaeda (No cap)
Ayy,ayy
I got the stick up in my pants, when I up it, I'ma burn somethin'
He thinkin' I ain't killing, well that n***a better learn somethin'
And when we sliding, we gon' wet the car, you know we tryna flip somethin'
Thirty piece special out this Glock, you know that we gon' clip somethin'
You n***as not no hitters, y'all just really just tryna fit in (Tryna fit in)
My Glock, it came out the closet 'cause he got a d**k in (No homo)
I'm a n***a with an attitude, you can call me Mac Ren
And you never know which Choppa you gon' get, like I'm Ben-10
Ayy, murder, murder, murder, I'ma turn into an anthem
Don't **** with n***as like the KKK, but I'm a Panther
These bullets went his way, I bet I turned him to a dancer
A lot of vapor in this gas, b***h, I'm smoking on a Fanta
And if he try to rob me, make a n***a do a remix (No cap)
You can't relate to my music, I'm speaking on some G s**t
Know fishbowl in this coupe, n***a, yeah, I'm screaming **** a tint
If I catch a n***a that shot my dawg, gon' bust his s**t
Hundred round drum and I'm looking for a bozo
Stand over his body and shoot him, make him roll over
I'ma leave him dead in the woods, he gon' have a dirt odor
The opps think we done killing, but this s**t is never over
I make 'em break down, I love the way the Drac' sound
Ain't no waitin' now, we slidin' 'til the sun down
He tried to jump up in that water, now that boy up in a lake now
Closed casket gang, we gon' leave that boy face out
You n***as not no hitters, y'all just really just tryna fit in
My Glock, it came out the closet 'cause he got a d**k in
I'm a n***a with an attitude, you can call me Mac Ren
You never know which Choppa you gon' get, like I'm Ben-10, yeah (Huh?)
Ayy (Yeah, yeah)
Thought I was done on this b***h
But we gon' bring that s**t back (Huh?)
We gon' bring that s**t back, bring that s**t back (What'd you say?)
Dig what I'm saying?
Rat-a-tat-tat, brrt, brrt, bah, bah, bah
Ooh, there go the police, grab your gun and run
Then I be smiling while I shoot because the murder for fun
And why these n***as staring at me? Swear to God I'm not the one
'Cause I'ma blam 'em, slam 'em, throw a temper tantrum
If he owe me some mother****in' money, I hold him ransom
I want all the mother****in' smoke, I'm causing cancer
And if he don't let me in, I'm breaking in like Santa, yeah
Aim it at you, ooh, ooh
What you gonna do? Ooh, ooh (What you gonna do?)
7.62's, ooh, ooh (7.62's)
Wet him like a pool, what you gonna do?
You n***as not no hitters, you really just tryna fit in
My Glock, it came out the closet 'cause he got a d**k in
I'm a n***a with an attitude, you can call me Mac Ren
Never know which Choppa you gon' get, like I'm Ben-10, yeah
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