作曲:Jonathan Hicks,Sergio Kitchens,Nathan Scott Lamarche,Kenneth Redfield
You ** be hating way too long yeah yeah
Too grown over that oh yeah
That's so good yeah yeah yeah yeah
I went to ap spent two hundred k
They sold me the frost rainbow face
They hope I fall off ain't no way
I might be alright but it ain't okay
** got left ** went right and went left
Instead left and ain't nothing the same
They run they lips
I put my pep in the step and my foot on the pedal
The range spending ** like I'm ahead of the game
You said they gone drop and they better be flame
Lil mami gone talk she gonna suck till I'm drained
My top five top in love with her brain across the seat
Huh I'm dressing making those streets
Man they love me in spain
I'm getting paid
I land on a jet with a ** with a big body frame
Dressed like a biker rocking black
Margiela loafers don't want for the lace
Pull out the title yeah right
Hope that these lil ** real wanna race
I got that fire I speak crack
I got these fans go reside what I say
Hand me the lighter this ain't no brakes
This some blue scottie I smoke to the face
Made it to the light they still throwing shade
I was locked up taking chips for a trade
I'm the boss made more than minimum wage
These blue hundreds keeping my mental straight talking
To god in the middle of the day
Ain't no human being determined my fate
The more I get it in the more they gon' hate
That lil body benz I know what you pay
Yeah don't tell me I'm on one tonight
Don't play with me play with the mic
She suck on me stop at the light
These rappers ain't copy and write
Get dressed up for pot in the night
Too trim I got em enticed
滚动歌词&翻译贡献者:coco