作词 : Polo G/Lil Tjay/João Victor Alba Duarte/Dylan Berg/Dominique Jones/Sergio Kitchens 作曲 : Polo G/Lil Tjay/João Victor Alba Duarte/Dylan Berg JD On Tha Track Iceberg want a bag, ***** We pop out at your party, I'm with the gang And it's gon' be a robbery, so tuck ya chain I'm a killer, girl, I'm sorry, but I can't change We ain't aimin' for your body, shots hit your brain We come from poverty, man, we ain't have a thing It's a lot of animosity, but they won't say my name Them killers rock with me, lil' *****, don't get banged 'Cause they'll do that job for me while I hop on a plane She heard I'm a star, now she tryna take her clothes off Faceshot with this AR, I'm bound to knock a ***** nose off Drowsy off the Act', I'm sippin' lean until I doze off My homie trappin' like it's laundry day, He drop a load off Police at the bando, hit the back and cut the stove off Used to hustle packs but now I'm richer than my old boss Almost summertime, I'm finna see how much the Rolls cost If her friend ain't ****in', Kick her out and make them hoes walk Runnin' through them hundreds, new blue check, I guess I'm verified Cappin' of this ecstasy, I'm rollin' like I'm paralyzed You weren't out there thuggin' with the killers, You was terrified All my ****** pop out in them trenches, We don't never hide We pop out at your party, I'm with the gang And it's gon' be a robbery, so tuck ya chain I'm a killer, girl, I'm sorry, but I can't change We ain't aimin' for your body, shots hit your brain We come from poverty, man, we ain't have a thing It's a lot of animosity, but they won't say my name Them killers rock with me, lil' *****, don't get banged 'Cause they'll do that job for me while I hop on a plane None of my hoes got a lot of mileage Keep it G, your style is childish Proud of myself, I finally found it Only keep the guys around me I go extra dressing with this drip, I call it Thousand Island I can make my youngin snatch your necklace For a thousand dollars Soon as we ***in', thousand problems Hoppin' on jets, this money calling I still be thuggin', I'm sorry, mama Pop out, I'm on every corner VVS on every stone This jewelry got my head gone These bankrolls got my head gone These meds got my head gone We been poppin' out since middle school This lifestyle ain't nothing new But we'll get rid of you, yeah We been poppin' out since middle school This s**t here ain't nothing new Polo, what you tell 'em, fool? We pop out at your party, I'm with the gang And it's gon' be a robbery, so tuck ya chain I'm a killer, girl, I'm sorry, but I can't change We ain't aimin' for your body, shots hit your brain We come from poverty, man, we ain't have a thing It's a lot of animosity, but they won't say my name Them killers rock with me, lil' *****, don't get banged 'Cause they'll do that job for me while I hop on a plane And don't gotta explain (Nah), 'Cause I got plenty stains (Stains) I pull up in Ferraris when I hop on the plane (No cap) Got diamonds on my Cartis (Cartis), I see you ****** lame (Lame) I'm in Miami Garden with a Richard Mille plain (Richard Mille plain) I'm a seed, you can't put me in a grave (No) Somebody pray for me 'Cause I couldn't have been a slave (No) Float on the D-U-B's, we had cash back in the day (Yeah) Now the Rollie say the date, Roll around in two-door Wraith (Two Wraiths) You gotta work hard, just can't make it off of faith I sold me a lil' hard for a few thousands, I was straight (Straight) I been jumped off the porch, Learned to hustle for a plate Now the shrimp come with a steak, Five star condo where I lay We pop out at your party, I'm with the gang And it's gon' be a robbery, so tuck ya chain I'm a killer, girl, I'm sorry, but I can't change We ain't aimin' for your body, shots hit your brain We come from poverty, man, we ain't have a thing It's a lot of animosity, but they won't say my name Them killers rock with me, lil' *****, don't get banged 'Cause they'll do the job for me while I hop on a plane
[00:00.000] 作词 : Polo G/Lil Tjay/João Victor Alba Duarte/Dylan Berg/Dominique Jones/Sergio Kitchens [00:00.012] 作曲 : Polo G/Lil Tjay/João Victor Alba Duarte/Dylan Berg [00:00.25]JD On Tha Track [00:04.78]Iceberg want a bag, ***** [00:09.35]We pop out at your party, I'm with the gang [00:12.53]And it's gon' be a robbery, so tuck ya chain [00:15.38]I'm a killer, girl, I'm sorry, but I can't change [00:18.07]We ain't aimin' for your body, shots hit your brain [00:20.88]We come from poverty, man, we ain't have a thing [00:23.96]It's a lot of animosity, but they won't say my name [00:26.76]Them killers rock with me, lil' *****, don't get banged [00:29.69]'Cause they'll do that job for me while I hop on a plane [00:32.46]She heard I'm a star, now she tryna take her clothes off [00:35.45]Faceshot with this AR, [00:36.59]I'm bound to knock a ***** nose off [00:38.26]Drowsy off the Act', [00:39.40]I'm sippin' lean until I doze off [00:41.10]My homie trappin' like it's laundry day, [00:42.69]He drop a load off [00:44.03]Police at the bando, hit the back and cut the stove off [00:46.94]Used to hustle packs but now I'm richer than my old boss [00:49.66]Almost summertime, I'm finna see how much the Rolls cost [00:52.60]If her friend ain't ****in', [00:53.92]Kick her out and make them hoes walk [00:55.52]Runnin' through them hundreds, new blue check, [00:57.66]I guess I'm verified [00:58.44]Cappin' of this ecstasy, I'm rollin' like I'm paralyzed [01:01.12]You weren't out there thuggin' with the killers, [01:03.04]You was terrified [01:04.08]All my ****** pop out in them trenches, [01:05.87]We don't never hide [01:07.01]We pop out at your party, I'm with the gang [01:09.66]And it's gon' be a robbery, so tuck ya chain [01:12.49]I'm a killer, girl, I'm sorry, but I can't change [01:15.13]We ain't aimin' for your body, shots hit your brain [01:18.12]We come from poverty, man, we ain't have a thing [01:21.03]It's a lot of animosity, but they won't say my name [01:23.82]Them killers rock with me, lil' *****, don't get banged [01:26.75]'Cause they'll do that job for me while I hop on a plane [01:29.70]None of my hoes got a lot of mileage [01:32.13]Keep it G, your style is childish [01:33.46]Proud of myself, I finally found it [01:34.86]Only keep the guys around me [01:36.32]I go extra dressing with this drip, [01:37.88]I call it Thousand Island [01:39.28]I can make my youngin snatch your necklace [01:41.02]For a thousand dollars [01:42.22]Soon as we ***in', thousand problems [01:43.53]Hoppin' on jets, this money calling [01:44.83]I still be thuggin', I'm sorry, mama [01:46.23]Pop out, I'm on every corner [01:47.66]VVS on every stone [01:49.06]This jewelry got my head gone [01:50.50]These bankrolls got my head gone [01:51.86]These meds got my head gone [01:53.30]We been poppin' out since middle school [01:55.81]This lifestyle ain't nothing new [01:57.16]But we'll get rid of you, yeah [01:59.53]We been poppin' out since middle school [02:01.26]This s**t here ain't nothing new [02:02.76]Polo, what you tell 'em, fool? [02:04.15]We pop out at your party, I'm with the gang [02:06.71]And it's gon' be a robbery, so tuck ya chain [02:09.50]I'm a killer, girl, I'm sorry, but I can't change [02:12.31]We ain't aimin' for your body, shots hit your brain [02:15.19]We come from poverty, man, we ain't have a thing [02:18.23]It's a lot of animosity, but they won't say my name [02:20.90]Them killers rock with me, lil' *****, don't get banged [02:24.00]'Cause they'll do that job for me while I hop on a plane [02:26.76]And don't gotta explain (Nah), [02:28.39]'Cause I got plenty stains (Stains) [02:29.69]I pull up in Ferraris when I hop on the plane (No cap) [02:32.54]Got diamonds on my Cartis (Cartis), [02:33.96]I see you ****** lame (Lame) [02:35.41]I'm in Miami Garden with a Richard Mille plain [02:38.17](Richard Mille plain) [02:38.78]I'm a seed, you can't put me in a grave (No) [02:41.23]Somebody pray for me [02:42.26]'Cause I couldn't have been a slave (No) [02:44.02]Float on the D-U-B's, we had cash back in the day (Yeah) [02:46.78]Now the Rollie say the date, [02:47.94]Roll around in two-door Wraith (Two Wraiths) [02:49.91]You gotta work hard, just can't make it off of faith [02:52.59]I sold me a lil' hard for a few thousands, [02:54.56]I was straight (Straight) [02:55.66]I been jumped off the porch, [02:56.79]Learned to hustle for a plate [02:58.10]Now the shrimp come with a steak, [02:59.49]Five star condo where I lay [03:00.93]We pop out at your party, I'm with the gang [03:03.89]And it's gon' be a robbery, so tuck ya chain [03:06.71]I'm a killer, girl, I'm sorry, but I can't change [03:09.42]We ain't aimin' for your body, shots hit your brain [03:12.31]We come from poverty, man, we ain't have a thing [03:15.30]It's a lot of animosity, but they won't say my name [03:18.03]Them killers rock with me, lil' *****, don't get banged [03:21.05]'Cause they'll do the job for me while I hop on a plane [03:24.14]
