作词 : Tyla Yaweh/Sean SIson/Michael Lamar White IV/Tes Siyoum/Rakim Hasheem Allen
作曲 : Tyla Yaweh/Sean SIson/Michael Lamar White IV/Tes Siyoum/Rakim Hasheem Allen
Yo Sean, you ****in' them up on this one
Yeah, I been in my zone (Zone)
Ridin' with this pistol, nigga, this ain't what you want (Want)
I been with them killers, sippin' lean, this ain't Patron ('Tron)
I can drop a check right on your head and get you gone (Grrt)
Yeah, yeah
I been in my zone (Zone)
Ridin' with this pistol, nigga, this ain't what you want (Want)
I been with them killers, sippin' lean, this ain't Patron ('Tron)
I can drop a check right on your head and get you gone (Grrt)
Demons take your soul, yeah, my ******* on go (Go)
For this Birkin bag, yeah, she gon' touch her toes (Toes)
We ain't never mad, gotta fly across the globe (Yeah)
That's just what that check do
Once you get your bag up (Yeah), then they gon' respect you (Yeah)
I like her demeanor, yeah, I like my ******* meaner, uh
Can't even get them racks up, that's Venus and Serena
You see these diamonds clean up, ooh, my ***** drive a 2021
Boy, you actin' mad 'cause you drive a Kia
I'm in my bag, bag, bag, your racks sad today
Shut up so fast today
I might mix the 42, I chase it with Lemonade
Outside with my niggas, we don't give a ****
Keep a .40 in the Louis bag, I seen some demons I can't trust
Mm-hm, drugs all in my system that I trust
Mm-hm, I know that shit make my heartrate up
Mm-hm, McLaren 720, lift it up
Mm-hm, when I'm down please don't call my phone
I been in my zone (Zone)
Ridin' with this pistol, nigga, this ain't what you want (Want)
I been with them killers, sippin' lean, this ain't Patron ('Tron)
I can drop a check right on your head and get you gone (Grrt)
Demons take your soul, yeah, my ******* on go (Go)
For this Birkin bag, yeah, she gon' touch her toes (Toes)
We ain't never mad, gotta fly across the globe (Yeah)
That's just what that check do
Once you get your bag up (Yeah), then they gon' respect you (Yeah)
Riding dirty sipping dirty with that 30
I'm a big phoenix, I been working since a birdie
With a bad ***** suck my **** like a Slurpee
Tell that ***** I'm tired of the damn games, ain't no Kirby
Say you love me but you so concerned in tryna hurt me
Tryna torture my heart, kill me slowly but surely
*****, I won't give in, Cartier my lens (Woo)
Live this life of sin, *****, this Oomp's revenge
And lovin' that, baby, where you goin'? I need some of that
I just got a gig for five-hundred racks
That's enough to make a ***** sit and do jumpin' jacks
Told her Rey Mysterio, lil' *****, I'ma jump on that
I been in my zone (Zone)
Ridin' with this pistol, nigga, this ain't what you want (Want)
I been with them killers, sippin' lean, this ain't Patron ('Tron)
I can drop a check right on your head and get you gone (Grrt)
Demons take your soul, yeah, my ******* on go (Go)
For this Birkin bag, yeah, she gon' touch her toes (Toes)
We ain't never mad, gotta fly across the globe (Yeah)
That's just what that check do
Once you get your bag up (Yeah), then they gon' respect you (Yeah)