BUZZCUT
 作词 : Ian Simpson/Imondre Goss/Daniel Dewan Sewell/Russell Boring/Romil Hemnani/Jabari Manwarring/Jared Scharff/Jeremy Ruzumna/Joseph Karnes/Stephen Feigenbaum/Vasant Sundaresan
 作曲 : Ian Simpson/Imondre Goss/Daniel Dewan Sewell/Russell Boring/Romil Hemnani/Jabari Manwarring/Jared Scharff/Jeremy Ruzumna/Joseph Karnes/Stephen Feigenbaum/Vasant Sundaresan
 Who let the dope boys out?
 Thank God, you let me crash on your couch
 Who's my God that I’m prayin' to now?
 Early two-thou, they tried to jump me in latino protection
 Any direction, you gave me your blessing
 Text them, I text 'em, I told them I got ’em
 Told them I made it to Hollywood
 All it took was a summer to fail
 But them record not gon' keep my black ass out of jail
 Truth prevails, this is real
 Miss my brother, I love my mother
 Drove all the way to Cali' just to check up on me
 Made her go home, felt the virus
 Where my life is, my weed falls, dreams trip in silеnce
 Just to have the soul, was happy blind
 Think I havе to hit rewind to think about what I do say
 Got my cousin' doin' time, he was barely pushin' time
 My whole family curse, now get the **** out my ride

 I, I, I, I, I, I, I, yeah, I
 Nothin', nothin', nothin’, nothin’, nothin'
 So get the **** out my ride
 I, I, I, I, I, I, I, yeah, I (Get the **** out)
 Give no shit, guess my ignorance is bliss
 Now get the **** out my ride
 I, I, I, I, I, I, I, yeah, I
 Nothin’, nothin', nothin', nothin', nothin’
 So get the **** out my ride
 I, I, I, I, I, I, I, yeah, I
 If a killer say shit, then get these mother****ers- (Get the **** out)

 Live from the ghetto blow, life where it pains me
 You niggas ain't alpha, you're incels, you normies
 Ain't born out in ? in your house with crips
 Pop shit, now you got contact, can't stale
 Where to begin? Now better with ?
 Let 'em all in, treat 'em like they next to my kid
 Checkin' their check way before the record begin
 Niggas blow a lot of smoke like they breath in the wind
 Ain't no pretend, tell you how it is, how it go
 What do you know, when you start escapin' your soul
 White on the street, walkin' that ***** like Abbey Road
 Truth be told, no such thing as "real nigga mode"
 For that lights, camera, action, glamor, glitters and gold
 I fold this ? the globe
 No peace on the street, so I clutch to my heat
 Gotta watch for these savages roamin' the street (Go)

 I (?)
 So get the **** out my ride
 I, I, I, I, I, I, I, yeah, I
 Yeah, nigga, we back up in this thang
 Now get the **** out my ride
 Yeah, ?
 Tell 'em ?
 See the sunrise

 Sometimes it drives me crazy (Look at the sky)
 This all I got for you (Nigga)
 That sunlight it'll drive you crazy
 What is God to you niggas?
 Goddamn mother****er, uh