作词 : King, Marquis Amonte
作曲 : King, Marquis Amonte
(Sonny Digital)
Young Jefe, homes
(I get my work from the Nacro)
I fell asleep beside this bitch
With all my jewelry on (Oh)
I wake up and I get into a different zone (Oh-oh-oh)
My nigga keep dialing me
Telling me I'm gon' be alone (Oh)
If two wrongs don't make a right,
Two rights don't make a wrong
Tired of talkin' to my nigga
Through them telephones (Brrt, brrt)
Waitin' on them damn appeals,
That shit , it take too long (Goddamn)
Bond and that Biscotti,
That be my cologne (Goddamn, goddamn)
She let me feel all on her body
When her man ain't home (Ooh)
And you ain't gotta ask me where them hittas at (Uh)
You know I be deep in the jungle
With them guerillas, yeah, yeah (Aw)
Little SoundCloud rappers like to mimic, yeah
That's a really good gimmick,
Better stick to that (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Y'all was laughing at dawg, now he the man again (Yeah)
Them bitches on his dick
He gettin' bands again (Bands, bands)
Time to get at them niggas
They shot yo' mans again (Oh)
He got hit with the Glizzy,
Started panickin' (Pow, pow, pow, pow)
These niggas, they be dressin' off the mannequin (Yeah
They get caught in a jam
And they start panickin' (Damn)
You can't stand that bitch
Your bitch a fan of him (Goddamn Goddamn
And every time she see him,
She start panickin' (Oh)
Say she undecided, love her other nigga (What?
I put that dick inside, she say
**** that bitch" (What? What?
You don't have to call, I hit that Usher with her
Trey Seven 'til I fall, and bitch
We clutch the trigger (Trey Sev')
Soon she see them big bags,
Then she get excited (Get excited)
These niggas big and bad until they get indicted (Woah
First, we switch to Tech shit
And we get to slidin' (Skrrt)
A hoodie and a mask, I'm talkin' block attire (Oh)
Tell my opp I got his bitch
She tryna give me neck (Give me neck)
She say, "I wanna feel something real
And he can't give me that" (Yeah)
Tell them mother****ers to save their breath
'Cause we not hearin' that (Shh)
No, I'm not puttin' none of my business
Out on the internet (No, no)
Y'all was laughing at dawg,
Now he the man again (Ha-ha-ha)
Them bitches on his dick
He gettin' bands again (Bands, bands, bands)
Time to get at them niggas
They shot yo' mans again (Say what?)
He got hit with the Glizzy,
Started panickin' (Pow, pow, pow, pow)
These niggas, they be dressin' off the mannequin (Goddamn)
They get caught in a jam
And they start panickin' (Goddamn, goddamn)
You can't stand that bitch
'Yo bitch a fan of him (Ship that)
And every time she see him,
She start panickin' (Oh)