作词 : XXXTENTACION
作曲 : XXXTENTACION
Yuh
Ayy, yuh, ayy, yuh
Aye turn up a little would ya?
Ayy, yuh, ayy, yuh
Had to hop on a different booth on these ******
Ayy, yuh, yuh, yuh
Yuh, yuh, ayy, yuh
Voot up, voot up
Voot up, *****! Want my ****? Pop that ***** like a zit, yuh
**** do you mean? Gun on me? Suck my ****, yuh (*****)
Stay with that Glock, I won't run from the opps, ayy
You see a shot? That’s not me, that's the cops, ayy (Buck buck buck buck!)
Stop it, ayy, Gothic, ayy
Might rip the head off the prophet, ayy
Andy my clips, Milonakis, ayy
Empty that ***** it ain't nothing, ayy
**** ya, aye, pump him, ayy
I put his mouth on the carpet, ayy
Stomp on his head and then perf it, ayy
Hope that s**t-talking was worth it, ayy
Duffel bag, think a ***** need a duffel bag
You brought your boy, you duck your *****
Pressure, son, think these ****** want pressure, son
I grab the gun, extended clip
***** boy, leave you bleeding like a *****, boy
You need a pack, you need a pitch, oh ****
Ayy, pipe up man, turn up turn up