作词 : Game Peace
作曲 : Game Peace
编曲 : Roydaboy
采样源: Robbers - Koopsta Knicca
tag : Turn the shit up Roy
You don’t like us
We never care about that
You can take more shot
Get your ego ****ed up
You go kissing more bitches
I’m OK with that
Wanna touch on my business
You will turn to an opp
Lil Boy you know that we ain’t got no problem
If I am pissed off I be monster Chamberlain
Never get drunk but I’m kind of wandering
Give you a punch got red on the balanci
Running man running man
Boy we are running man
On the way to the big
We gonna see lots of fans
Hunnid bands hunnid bands
Boy we got hunnid bands
Paper it came from trees
Put it in Gucci bag
Though we ain’t came from the bottom
Ain’t straight out of Compton
On the road we still running
We never talk about nonsense
Make ladies content
I don’t buy ****ing comments
Run run run run
As long as you can
Boy you can run
Can never catch me you can go grumbling engine it rumbling shaking the crown
You are a gay ho OK I say so
Tryna be foe you gonna be KO
Pushing you down I don’t play Lego
Drip in designer I shine like Jay Chow
You like take a pic with all these bitches
I don’t see the meaning
You act like a idiot
cigaret ain’t make you feel like a man
The earrings only make you look like a pussy
Different filters don’t make you handsome
Lower you head want your pants down
Gesture dance what the **** is you hand on
The bitch beside you she needs some ransom
From the day one
I know I can make it with my boys
Being something is a choice
Being nothing is a choice
For some bitch ass dumb ass
Get out the way don’t be so annoying
When I need to turn it fire I say
(Turn the shit up Roy)
You don’t like us
We never care about that
You can take more shot
Get your ego ****ed up
You go kissing more bitches
I’m OK with that
Wanna touch on my business
You will turn to an opp
Boy you know that we ain’t got no problem
If I am pissed off I be monster Chamberlain
Never get drunk but I’m kind of wandering
Give you a punch got red on my balanci
Running man running man
Lil boy we are running man
On the way to the big
We gonna see lots of fans
Hunnid bands hunnid bands
Boy we got hunnid bands
Paper it came from trees
Put it in Gucci bag
Though we ain’t came from the bottom
Ain’t straight out of Compton
On the road we still running
We never talk about nonsense
Make ladies content
I don’t buy ****ing comments
Soft ass you’d better watch out
Every time I want, you got knocked out
Wear like you got a swag, huh
My boy, real rap gonna checkout
Songs ain’t hip-hop, you like a backdrop, ‘better change name called washout
Low like playground, hit your knees down, act like you in the girl scout
Talking about you Zico
Want some beef, my boy, you’re asshole
You just fake rapper, not like Wiigo
Stay in Korea, keep being idol
Don’t **** with Chinese, seems like you ain’t Asian
Betray your fans, how you got your mansion
Note the phone, or you in the prison
Text young actress, wanna be a whoreman
We’re here to wreck, hide your ass
Our flows like glock, we got icy neck
Tons of cred, you ain’t win the bet
Moldy cherry, see you I wanna keck
Ain't no handshake, ice-break
No cap, you’re weak, I’m eating cornflake
Punch you, hope that you’re awake, no piss-take
Don’t cry, seems like pee-take
Role the game, cash-out
Bear those blames, calm down
Fool those racists, smash-out
Gonna be on top, no doubt
Got a Fendi shirt, all brown
Haters want get smoked, come now
Shop in the Soho, buy me Coco, chew that snow cone
Fans know that we standout