[00:00.000] 作词 : Herbert R Wright
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Deandre Woods/Anthony Beecham
[00:03.462](Uh hey Ain't no weed rolled up over there?)
[00:08.843](One more time, ain't no weed rolled up back there?)
[00:18.456](****, hand me that cup, uh yeah)
[00:24.751]My lil *****s itching he gon take on all missions
[00:26.998]Better not play the field shit I'm gon have my dog sick em
[00:29.924]Shoot it out with the whole city, all 50s all glizzies
[00:32.980]Pop out wearing black masks we know most of yall witnesses
[00:36.062]War between some young *****s likely to involve b*****s
[00:38.988]Next thing got a wall for the deceased, room full of all pictures
[00:42.018]FEDS wanna catch a shit bad know they all wishing
[00:44.631]I'm getting rich so suck a shit I know that yall listening
[00:48.105]Chains on me all glistening, blur a b***h vision
[00:51.161]Difference is you in that 560, I'm balling out
[00:53.930]But just like John Maranch you didn't pick me
[00:55.628]b***h grizzly, thought I lost it but I really didn't
[00:58.528]Big frisbee, started on the block but I'm worldwide
[01:03.151]***** I been trending before verified
[01:06.208]When I saw a murder I wasn't terrified
[01:09.238]Stuck up in this shit like I'm paralyzed
[01:12.085]Gangsters gon unite one day our day arrives
[01:15.168]Thankful for my life I pray I stay alive
[01:18.381]Movin like the man cuz I got bread now
[01:21.411]I can't let the fame get to my head now
[01:24.467]Thousand dollar cash mil scullys on my head now
[01:27.053]But b*****s I was thugging with, gettin money with, they dead now
[01:30.267]Paining me, keep flames with me, shit black out, just see red I
[01:33.166]Wised up, might contradict myself on shit I said
[01:36.013]I be tryna slow up like Herbo, shit use your head
[01:38.913]Got a bodyguard but shit be really dependent on that lead
[01:42.126]***** not no reptile nothing but tears and bloodshe
[01:44.921]***** not erectile but I keep one up in the head
[01:47.873]*****s ****ed up in the head, you get one up in ya head
[01:50.903]Feel like I'm one up in my head, b*****s like what's up in ya head
[01:53.960]Oh that's just tough luck cuz he scared b*****s gettin tucked up in they bed
[01:57.147]Oh you a killa? Why you ain't slayed? What's them face tats and them dreads
[02:00.098]You a shit boy, go on hits but you keep missing
[02:03.364]You a rookie or hollows poppin through your skin like some cooking oil
[02:07.282]He ain't really with the sin, he a shit boy
[02:10.417]Go on let the smokers in we been lookin for us