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 作词 : David McDowell/Lil Tjay/Thomas Horton/Taurus Bartlett/Fivio Foreign/Brendan Walsh/Tahj Vaughn/Luis Campozano
 作曲 : David McDowell/Lil Tjay/Thomas Horton/Taurus Bartlett/Fivio Foreign/Brendan Walsh/Tahj Vaughn/Luis Campozano
 Intro
 Pipe that shit up, TnT
 Tahj Money
 Dmac on the ****in' track
 Bordeaux and Non Native

 Verse 1: Polo G & Fivio Foreign
 I'm the one who tried to make a way when we was strugglin'
 I remember rain, sleet, and snow, I was hustlin'
 Know the feds watchin', middle fingers to the government
 Glock in this Louis pouch, nigga, I ain't tusslin'
 Catfish, he don't really know who he ****in' with
 Opps send a message, you grab a Drac' to rebuttal it
 Had a undertaker at your tombstone, shovelin'
 Hell yeah, hollows bound to chew 'em like some Doublemint
 Made it out the field with somе niggas I was thuggin' with
 We'll send some shots through thеy crowd while they huddlin'
 I'm the type to leave it in the streets, I ain't discussin' it
 Tryna make it flip, I need that Rolls-Royce Cullinan
 Old *****es trippin', cut her off like a Backwood
 Middle of the trenches, that's where me and the guys stood
 Killers anonymous, black masks and black hoods (Yeah, uh, uh)
 Walk down on him, make sure he get clapped good (Uh, uh)

 Verse 2: Fivio Foreign & Lil Tjay
 I feel like the man of the hour (I do)
 This gun on me (Gun on me), I'm demandin' the power (Brr)
 He never talk to my face (Nah), that man is a coward
 Ayy, uh, uh (Yeah)
 Go lookin' for him every hour, uh
 I 'member nights in the tower (I do)
 She suckin' my **** out the shower
 Tell her, "Be quiet," she told me, "**** me even louder"
 Ayy, ayy, uh
 Paid now (Paid now), feet up (Feet up)
 All of your sneakers is beat up (They are)
 Percocet (Percocet), geek up (Geek up)
 You see the police and we speed up
 Uh, yeah, look, they tryna catch us and link us (They tryna catch us and link us)
 Uh, yeah, they tryna find us
 But they don't know where to meet us, uh (Bow)
 She wanna chill with me and all my niggas (She do)
 She get extra freaky off the liquor (Uh), uh
 She told us that she got a man (What?)
 So we extra sneaky when I'm with her
 She a lil' bad broad (Uh), she wanna go mad far (Uh-uh)
 Fivio Foreign in a fast car, I'm in a fast car, uh

 Verse 3: Lil Tjay
 Fresh in the game, still see it as a blessin', the same
 Hundred thousand 'round my neck for the chain
 Tryna go out like a vet' in the game, put respect on my name
 No security, I'm flexin' with gang, I'm a real one
 Reminiscin' about all of my decisions
 Embracin' the way of livin', I was runnin' through the field, dumb
 Couple niggas disrespectin', we done killed them
 Keep a shooter, they won't see, he my lil' one
 Thirty shots, we ain't into usin' lil' guns
 Nigga talkin' like he know me, he my real son
 Rap beef, **** the cap, I'ma drill some
 Put the glizzy to your melon, make you feel dumb
 Headshot, all black, he won't feel nothin'
 Couple hollows to his back, we done filled him
 Headshot or a lifelong sentence, what you need for them to label you a real one