作词 : Christian Eugene Williams
作曲 : Christian Eugene Williams
[PART I]
[Verse 1]
Go to sleep and f****t it, wake up and regret it
Lifestyle fast, where the **** am I headed?
Got me thinking that I'm finna die any second
Can't walk outside, a nigga just might get me
Look both sides of my shoulders and I stay ready
YVNGXWORLD on my shoulders and the weight heavy
Paranoid, go to sleep, mad 'cause you ain't text me
Pop my shit, "I'm not him" what you can't tell me
Zaza pack, I can't tap if it ain't smelly
The IRS, they want half 'cause I make money
Seventeen, that's just saying something
What you mean get the bass stumpin'?
[PART II]
[Verse 2]
Yuh, yuh-yuh, bllt-bllt, yuh-yuh, bllt-bllt, yuh-yuh, bllt-bllt, yuh-yuh, bllt-bllt, yuh-yuh, blit-blit
We back insidе of this b***h (We back)
She back it up like a truck (On God)
I crash insidе of a ditch (Skrt)
I hit the dash, Chrissy hit a run
You let the bad b*****s hit the blunt
No one got lipstick, on my runs
Hollow-tip distict on my punch
B***h, I'm equipped wit' different guns
[?] your done
Kick-flip, hit a trick, I stunt
[?] I know
Get the drop, take a trip and I dump
Hell no, West Coast, these ho's can't hit me up
Beat the pot with my elbow, I'm whippin' up
I rock Crocs in the shelter, I'm fly as ****
Call up gang from the jail phone, I say "Wassup"
D-Plug, what it do? Name Breezo, what it do?
I go three ho's coming through
C**kin' back, reload, let it boom
[?] to the moon
Two years ago I was on a Zoom
Random six figures in my dirty room
Now I'm ****ing b*****s up in Cancun
Now it ain't a b***h that I can't do
[?] I can't choose
Steppin' into Rick's, shit's brand new
Give her to the gang, get her ran through
I died inside the crowd like a pool
At night I'm outside with the wolf
[?] stop trying up in school
My wrist start flooding diamonds and jewels
Yall nigga's not famous
I got fat pockets
That [?] wavy
My phone on DND, you hit my up I'ma call later
We could talk later, middle finger my haters
She ride AMG's in my brain, she a mind race
You get yo' get back today, I get mine later
[?] tiki, zaza inside my paper
Pull up after the show I got time later
She runnin' it, she bombin' it
I'm lovin' it, I'm bombin' it
I'm [?] it, I'm lovin' it
[?]