[00:00.00] 作词 : Bryson Potts/Donald Bailey Jr.[00:00.00] 作曲 : Bryson Potts/Donald Bailey Jr.[00:00.00]I wish everything I touch would turn to gold[00:02.52]NLE, you heard me?[00:05.17]Baby Mexico Choppa, man, Top Shotta[00:07.56]Baby Mexico Shotta, you heard me?[00:10.25]We finna talk our shit, you heard me?[00:12.60]YNR (Yeah)[00:14.30]Midas got a jugg, ayy (Yeah, yeah)[00:16.68]Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah[00:19.53]I am a menace, keep me a rack just like tennis[00:21.71]I'm with the shit like I'm Dennis[00:23.41]I started this shit, I'ma finish[00:24.89]B*****s be hatin', tryna blemish my imag[00:27.38]Who want the smoke? .223 came with the scope[00:29.99]Extended clip long as a rope[00:31.47]We wipe his nose, just like he had him a cold[00:33.96]I knew that boy was a ho[00:35.44]Pull up with the gang, you know that we bangin'[00:37.27]What is your set, b***h? What is you claimin'[00:39.21]I am a beast, you cannot tame it[00:41.72]Don't point a finger, this shit can get dangerous[00:43.54]These niggas hatin', these niggas plottin[00:45.21]Ooh, he got money, I'm runnin' his wallet[00:47.16]You say you a killer, lil' nigga, stop i[00:49.30]In a shootout, your gun was droppin'[00:51.18]You really a fraud, you cannot stomp on this yard[00:53.73]My niggas, they scammin', they swipin' them card[00:55.98]I am so high that I'm talkin' to stars[00:57.72]I'm gone off them jiggas, I'm poppin' them bars[00:59.76]Don't mind my pimpin', b***h, don't sweat m[01:01.69]Chopper got a kick, call that shit Jet Li[01:03.62]Sauce Gang dripped up, what is your recipe?[01:05.46]Gon' get an F if a nigga try testin' m[01:07.55]Whole lotta money, whole lotta guala[01:09.58]Hit the party fifty deep, nothin' but my shottas[01:11.41]Nigga tried me so you know I had to pop hi[01:13.59]So many bullets, it confused the doctor[01:15.48]Whole lotta racks, whole lotta stacks[01:17.31]**** a headshot, I'ma shoot him in the back[01:19.44]Three-point-five rolled up in the Cack'[01:21.58]We don't smoke reggie, this shit called gas[01:23.66]I'm sticked up like a blind man[01:25.35]I'm super hot like a frying pan[01:27.13]He say that he gon' take somethin' from me[01:29.42]Ayy, just know, he lyin', man[01:31.60]I'ma up from my hip then blow like a whistle[01:33.79]Your b***h suckin' d**k like a Kool-Aid pickl[01:35.77]Two bullets in your chest, that's a nipple[01:37.70]And if a nigga run up, I'ma pop him like a pimpl[01:39.84]Get rich or die tryin', I'm feelin' like 50[01:41.63]Brand new chopper got double-D *******[01:43.62]B***h, don't play me, I don't get sill[01:45.61]Love all the beef like a Southwest Philly, yeah[01:47.64]Yeah, love all the beef like a Southwest Philly, yeah, ayy[01:53.19]Bet, love all the beef like a Southwest Philly[01:55.99]I might just OD, Percs killin' me slowly[01:59.81]Feelin' like I'm Kobe, can't nan' nigga hold m[02:03.83]If he wanna run up on me, shoot him like Ginobili[02:07.35]And I'm with the shit, lil' homie, yeah, like I'm Toby (Yeah)[02:12.24]And I'm with the shit, lil' homie, yeah, like I'm Toby, nigga (Yeah[02:18.19]Finna ad-lib, keep all that (Like I'm Toby, yeah, yeah)[02:21.41](Like a school shooter named Toby, yeah)[02:25.43]Keep all that, Tay, yeah (This shit straight drop, lil' nigga, no cut[02:28.88]Ayy, Tay, keep all that, keep all that (Straight drop, lil' nigga, no cut[02:31.84]Yeah, yeah[02:33.05](Up from my hip, yeah)