作词 : Robert Thomas/Lesly Raymond/Adil Isanov/Joseph Nguyen 作曲 : Robert Thomas/Lesly Raymond/Adil Isanov/Joseph Nguyen You dealing with real project ****, Know what I'm sayin', the biggest in here, Big 49 You good Pussy All these ****ing sticks, you better watch how you approaching me **** started switchin' and they mad they can't get close to me She was tryna **** me through DM, I hit back hopefully Ask me if I'm ****in' his little, bitch, I'm like, "Supposedly" I'm like, "Supposedly" They killed my dog and ask me if I'm good, I'm like, "Supposedly" I'm like, "Supposedly" This bitch in here tryna get me head like she wanna take my soul from me Real millionaire, real motion there, ****, I'm a trapper I was standing on the block all day with killas, turn to a rapper We done put **** on the news and start ****in' they hoes, that shit be tragic Put money on **** hats and I'm getting that hat tapped off that static, **** Money, cars and clothes, clothes, bows and hoes (Yeah) Bitch say she love me, I'm like, "Yeah, I know" (Yeah) Bubba for the low, bitch, I got a strong nose (Yeah) Whoopty whosah whoopty whoo, that's how shit go Product of the trenches, ****in' ****' bitches Man baby Jesus, ****ed the whole city Pills in my liver, I got bitches ****in' bitches Free my uncle Key, fighting that life sentence I'm like, "Bitch, I think I'm him" (I am) That's what I had said when she asked me who I am I was tryna break the rim Ballin' like I'm Capo, diamonds jumpin' out the gym I ain't doin' M, I ain't even gotta think hard, this ain't no cash She tryna **** me, she ain't gotta think hard, it ain't romance I let this young bitch hold my bank card, it ain't no cash So many guns, this shit like vanguard, shit ain't C.O.D. All these **** be like me, shit, all we fear is G-O-D His name in some paperwork 'cause he talk to a C-O-P We cannot have smoke if I can hop you with you V-O-P We way up at the T-O-P, I hope you can spell, pussy She keep tellin' me that she want deez, like she sell pussy Spinnin' in the V's, **** know I be where ain't no 12 lookin' Hunnit shot shorty right there in the trenches, feel like hell cookin' Jumpin' on them torches, we can't even smoke him, he might tell somethin' **** was tryna shit but now they on my dick Every time I go talk to them dicks, 49 gon' plead the fifth Every time I think about where I come from, I say, "Bitch, I'm him" Every time I go back to the hood, big 10 mil on my hip Meek just showed me **** dying, he on some feelings shit I told him we made some mamas cry, bitch, we on killer shit How the **** you see a top out in yo' face and don't kill that ****? Bitch, I'm G all by my dolo, I don't need no **** I'm the type to put bro on, you the type leave yo' **** I'm the type to buy that bad ho Chrome, you the type penny pincher Better be lucky I ain't a **** ****, would've put ya brother in it **** mad over hoes we ****, ****, you a mad **** Million dollas ain't shit to us, I'm the type can't get touched I'm the type to go ghost a slut, can't let her **** her motion up We the ones went, son, ain't no recruiting us Remember that time I checked dude and he said they ain't sayin nothin'? Trenches back alive, the killas back outside I'm out the 9, but after Juan died, I left the 9 On Facetime with lil' G, they say the facts 'cause dude lying I'm the hottest in the street, every time I drop, the block hot **** pussy, private parts, I shut up and get paid to talk High school, sold weed out a jar, man, I took that shit too far I know dude a ho for sure, he ain't never have no paw Only paw he ever knew, was a rat, I don't wanna talk We was dirty growing up, but I'm rich now, bitch, it's up Man, we be with superstars, but Buck still be selling soap I'ma let the hood pick it, I don't need no A&R And before the label shit, bitch, we been had A&R's
[00:00.000] 作词 : Robert Thomas/Lesly Raymond/Adil Isanov/Joseph Nguyen [00:00.430] 作曲 : Robert Thomas/Lesly Raymond/Adil Isanov/Joseph Nguyen [00:00.861]You dealing with real project ****, [00:03.379]Know what I'm sayin', the biggest in here, Big 49 [00:05.538]You good [00:08.727]Pussy [00:11.967]All these ****ing sticks, you better watch how you approaching me [00:14.999]**** started switchin' and they mad they can't get close to me [00:17.933]She was tryna **** me through DM, I hit back hopefully [00:20.901]Ask me if I'm ****in' his little, bitch, I'm like, "Supposedly" [00:25.485]I'm like, "Supposedly" [00:26.618]They killed my dog and ask me if I'm good, I'm like, "Supposedly" [00:31.387]I'm like, "Supposedly" [00:32.506]This bitch in here tryna get me head like she wanna take my soul from me [00:35.595]Real millionaire, real motion there, ****, I'm a trapper [00:38.292]I was standing on the block all day with killas, turn to a rapper [00:41.241]We done put **** on the news and start ****in' they hoes, that shit be tragic [00:44.183]Put money on **** hats and I'm getting that hat tapped off that static, **** [00:47.325]Money, cars and clothes, clothes, bows and hoes (Yeah) [00:50.295]Bitch say she love me, I'm like, "Yeah, I know" (Yeah) [00:53.247]Bubba for the low, bitch, I got a strong nose (Yeah) [00:56.185]Whoopty whosah whoopty whoo, that's how shit go [00:59.794]Product of the trenches, ****in' ****' bitches [01:02.809]Man baby Jesus, ****ed the whole city [01:05.793]Pills in my liver, I got bitches ****in' bitches [01:08.729]Free my uncle Key, fighting that life sentence [01:11.329]I'm like, "Bitch, I think I'm him" (I am) [01:13.913]That's what I had said when she asked me who I am [01:17.601]I was tryna break the rim [01:19.769]Ballin' like I'm Capo, diamonds jumpin' out the gym [01:22.214]I ain't doin' M, I ain't even gotta think hard, this ain't no cash [01:25.165]She tryna **** me, she ain't gotta think hard, it ain't romance [01:28.129]I let this young bitch hold my bank card, it ain't no cash [01:31.066]So many guns, this shit like vanguard, shit ain't C.O.D. [01:34.549]All these **** be like me, shit, all we fear is G-O-D [01:37.451]His name in some paperwork 'cause he talk to a C-O-P [01:40.453]We cannot have smoke if I can hop you with you V-O-P [01:43.213]We way up at the T-O-P, I hope you can spell, pussy [01:46.351]She keep tellin' me that she want deez, like she sell pussy [01:49.166]Spinnin' in the V's, **** know I be where ain't no 12 lookin' [01:52.156]Hunnit shot shorty right there in the trenches, feel like hell cookin' [01:55.155]Jumpin' on them torches, we can't even smoke him, he might tell somethin' [01:58.767]**** was tryna shit but now they on my dick [02:01.252]Every time I go talk to them dicks, 49 gon' plead the fifth [02:04.152]Every time I think about where I come from, I say, "Bitch, I'm him" [02:07.019]Every time I go back to the hood, big 10 mil on my hip [02:10.104]Meek just showed me **** dying, he on some feelings shit [02:12.939]I told him we made some mamas cry, bitch, we on killer shit [02:15.856]How the **** you see a top out in yo' face and don't kill that ****? [02:19.008]Bitch, I'm G all by my dolo, I don't need no **** [02:22.007]I'm the type to put bro on, you the type leave yo' **** [02:24.875]I'm the type to buy that bad ho Chrome, you the type penny pincher [02:27.778]Better be lucky I ain't a **** ****, would've put ya brother in it [02:30.727]**** mad over hoes we ****, ****, you a mad **** [02:33.694]Million dollas ain't shit to us, I'm the type can't get touched [02:36.612]I'm the type to go ghost a slut, can't let her **** her motion up [02:39.548]We the ones went, son, ain't no recruiting us [02:42.515]Remember that time I checked dude and he said they ain't sayin nothin'? [02:45.115]Trenches back alive, the killas back outside [02:47.974]I'm out the 9, but after Juan died, I left the 9 [02:50.772]On Facetime with lil' G, they say the facts 'cause dude lying [02:53.708]I'm the hottest in the street, every time I drop, the block hot [02:57.292]**** pussy, private parts, I shut up and get paid to talk [03:00.144]High school, sold weed out a jar, man, I took that shit too far [03:03.227]I know dude a ho for sure, he ain't never have no paw [03:06.211]Only paw he ever knew, was a rat, I don't wanna talk [03:09.128]We was dirty growing up, but I'm rich now, bitch, it's up [03:12.014]Man, we be with superstars, but Buck still be selling soap [03:15.032]I'ma let the hood pick it, I don't need no A&R [03:17.864]And before the label shit, bitch, we been had A&R's
