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[00:00.000] 作词 : Charles Davis[00:00.110] 作曲 : Trevion Turner[00:00.220]Hmm, hmm[00:07.350]Ain't no ones in this, nigga, this shit fifty-ifties, nigga[00:10.670]This shit is a true story[00:11.980]Uh, late night, bappin' with foenem, ridin' down Lake Shore, talkin' 'bout touchin' a milli'[00:15.300]These niggas ain't really on shit, foenem bail out blickin' and leave a fat boy brain empty (rrah-rrah-rrah)[00:18.680]Uh, we steppin' on shit in the trenches for real, wanna learn how to kill, get me with me[00:21.920]I got a big heart for them switches for real, but I get off dumpin' the semi (brr)[00:24.820]Leave a **** nigga brain on the dashboard, uh, skrrt, bah, headshot, he asked for it (come here)[00:28.090]We ain't really a fan of the internet shit, when we catch him in person, tag-toe him[00:31.090]I'm feelin' like Lil Tunechi in six, Smurk say, "Duffle bag boys"[00:34.310]We'll walk his ass back in the crib, "Get the **** on the ground, where the **** that cash, boy?" (Come here, get down)[00:37.710]I'm knee-deep in the trenches, **** niggas ain't standin' on business for real[00:40.660]These stupid-ass niggas ain't listened, I told 'em I was gon' be rich, then I signed my deal[00:43.930]Now everybody act weird, blood don't mean shit, niggas still get popped like pills[00:46.760]If I call right now, go score, ridin' with four chops, right now, we the real navy seals[00:50.130]Hundred racks in my bookbag, dolo as ****, boy, tweak, I'm itchin' to kill[00:53.150]These niggas only tough on social sites, niggas don't really be tweakin' with tweakers for real (gang)[00:56.660]I'm really a tweaker for real, catch an opp out in Bali and throw him off a hill[00:59.590]Niggas in the 'Raq be **** tough, bloodbathh OT in Bali, ****in' thots on a hill (gang)[01:02.980]We'll leave a nigga brain in the dirt, gettin' high in the spot, that's just how we live[01:05.570]These tough-ass niggas don't really be gangster, these niggas be bitched out, actin' like pigs[01:09.080]This shit ain't 'bout nothin' (nothin'), stackin' up bodies just like John Wick (bodies, bodies, bodies, bodies)[01:12.370]They know how the **** we rockin', bath, bath, bath[01:14.820]Late night, bappin' with foenem, ridin' down Lake Shore, talkin' 'bout touchin' a milli'[01:17.720]These niggas ain't really on shit, foenem bail out blickin' and leave a fat boy brain empty (rrr)[01:21.060]Uh, we steppin' on shit in the trenches for real, wanna learn how to kill, get me with me (with me)[01:24.150]I got a big heart for them switches for real, but I get off dumpin' the semi[01:27.280]Leave a **** nigga brain on the dashboard, uh, skrrt, bah, headshot, he asked for it[01:30.360]We ain't really a fan of the internet shit, when we catch him in person, tag-toe him[01:33.400]I'm feelin' like Lil Tunechi in six, Smurk say, "Duffle bag boys"[01:36.620]We'll walk his ass back in the crib, "Get the **** on the ground, where the **** that cash, boy?" (Get the **** down)[01:39.880]Hmm-hmm, hmm-hmm[02:03.830]