作词 : Nayvadius Wilburn/Wesley Glass/Jarad Higgins
作曲 : Nayvadius Wilburn/Wesley Glass/Jarad Higgins
Don't let these ******* get in your head
(Wheezy outta here)
Fallin’ out of love with Xanax
Livin' my life on the edge
I'm sacrificin everything
I did Oxy, Ion’t need alcohol
I pop Rolexes like they Adderall
Continuin', deliverin' the substance
I'ma be there for my bros, one call
Don't you try and judge us like you ain't got no flaws
Don't you try and judge us
Don't you try and trust us
Let it go down, down, down ain’t no issue
She gon’ cry, cry, cry, she will miss you
Uh, she wanna kick it, she know judo
I cannot save her, I'm not her hero
Bank account commas are zeros
Gucci, Amiri, my apparel
Keep a pistol, let it hit ya, I’m official
**** that *****
When I kiss her, I won't miss her
Make her cry, cry, cry, she need a tissue
I get high, high, high, and have no issue
VVS on me, no igloo
You say you fly, but we been flew
Ahh, ahh, ah
Told that ***** there ain't no way around it like Future
Come to find out, yesterday she ******' on Future
Stripper ******* callin on my phone
They wanna know when I show up to the club
Cause I throw hunnids in that ***** ain’t throwin dubs
Spend a check, oh, money love
Designer clothes, designer hoes, designer drugs
Fifty k for the Birkin bag, did it just because
I'm in Chicago where they trill, trill, trill, trill
No Limit gang with me, yeah they real, real, real, real
FBG up in here, Future real, real, real, real
Perky pop, love the pills, mix it with Klonopins
Draped up when I walk into the club
Hundred racks in my pockets, and i'm blood
Lot of crip *****s spilling lotta blood
Got a million dollar ice just because
Exotic hoes, exotic clothes, exotic drugs
All hundreds in my bank, ain't find a dub
Blow some gas on that *****, he a dub
Untamed make me feel, feel, feel, feel
No Limit gang whipping that real, real, real, real
Rest in peace you either kill or be killed
Bullets flyin, flyin, flyin, flyin
Homicide (cide) (cide)
Let's get high, high, high
Make her cry, cry, cry, she need tissue
I get high, high, high and have no issues
VVS on me, no igloo
You say you fly, we been flew (Ah-aah)
You can't see what we done been through
You didn't see the road we took, it was grimy
You don't know the way we been through
Bullets, fly, fly, fly
Make you cry, cry, cry