作曲 : Keith Cozart 作词 : Keith Cozart I be thinkin’ that, I don’t need a ***** I’m considerin’, the millies Two girls, my overalls, I’m a hillbilly Loyalty bring royalty, hear ye, hear ye Yeah, we got drums, ba-dum-bum-bum, hear ye, hear ye I’m at the loft with my son, hear ye, hear ye I’m at the loft with my son, hear ye, hear ye Don’t make me go and get my gun, hear ye, hear ye Told my old lady I’ma give him a run, hear ye, hear ye Remember runnin’ through that alley ***** this cat ain’t a scaredy Then I ran to a taxi All that subbin’, they ain’t at me We got hollows for the low ***** These hoes birds, let ’em go, ***** (ayy) Wanna find me? I’m at steakhouse And my styrofoam darker than steak sauce Three banana clip but we ain’t space chimps Hit a **** ***** with that AK Camp You know this doink smell like Arab I’m inhalin’ that get-down-or-lay-down I be thinkin’ that, I don’t need a ***** I’m considerin’, the millies Two girls, my overalls, I’m a hillbilly Loyalty bring royalty, hear ye, hear ye Yeah, we got drums, ba-dum-bum-bum, hear ye, hear ye I’m at the loft with my son, hear ye, hear ye I’m at the loft with my son, hear ye, hear ye Don’t make me go and get my gun, hear ye, hear ye Told my old lady I’ma give him a run, hear ye, hear ye I swear Kay Kay only six (ayy) Already asked for a real whip She show the muscle, that real strength (*****) So I’m bad with a Glock but I ain’t Bam Bam *****, I get high and I get by Hit it from the back, tell her switch sides I don’t say where, I just say bye All these dead opps, my s**t fried I should go buy some gold spoons (ayy) And put ’em in the trap for my troops (ayy) Keep this s**t a hundred, keep this s**t a hooch (ayy) I take hundreds and fifties too (ayy, ayy) I’m considerin’, the millies Two girls, my overalls, I’m a hillbilly Loyalty bring royalty, hear ye, hear ye Yeah, we got drums, ba-dum-bum-bum, hear ye, hear ye I’m at the loft with my son, hear ye, hear ye I’m at the loft with my son, hear ye, hear ye Don’t make me go and get my gun, hear ye, hear ye Told my old lady I’ma give him a run, hear ye, hear ye