Lyric

What?

Damn

What, what?

Capone

Glocks got gens, uh (What?)

Spray that n*gga, hundred round drum, he gon’ end (Damn)

稼ぐyen, uh (What?)

街から街cheddarで降らすrain (Skrt)

耳に掛けるCartier

None of you n*ggas ain’t feelin’ my pain

他所はなしでもっと上

仲間達と稼ぐyen

Murder the p*ssy, I might catch a case

After we f*ck then I might do the race (Rra-rra)

俺ら来ればあの子dance

右から左流すhate (Skrt)

Give it a year or 2, I’ll still be the same

Let’s see what happens (Let’s see what happens)

常に人にjealousしてるhater恥ずかしいね (恥ずかしいね)

ダチをpick up

Wrong place, right time, boy, this is a stick-up (Rra, rra-rra)

Hater、お前が好むあの子suck my d*ck up (What, skrt)

N*ggas be flexin’ them diamonds be fake (Yeah)

Shawty want keep me, she told me she late (What, damn)

Showin’ no mercy, that’s why n*ggas hate

I ain’t no calendar・・・

Glocks got gens, uh (What?)

Spray that n*gga, hundred round drum, he gon’ end (Damn)

稼ぐyen, uh (What?)

街から街cheddarで降らすrain (Skrt)

耳に掛けるCartier

None of you n*ggas ain’t feelin’ my pain

他所はなしでもっと上

仲間達と稼ぐyen

Going too fast, just look at my dash

We in Texas, they came from Japan

We got chopsticks, we got bands

Gettin’ rich was part of the plan

Si-Si-Sippin’ that drank and I can’t move

Still tryna reach, your ass a fool

I’m handymanny, I stay with the tool

Stick to the money like glue

If you want beef, get cooked like stew

Opps mad while I’m thumbin’ thru’ blues

I can’t stop sippin’, long live Screw

Bullets leave you bald head, just like True

How you want war, you ain’t got no troops

I was on the block, you was stuck at school

Young rich n*gga so I gotta talk shit

Young rich n*gga so I gotta cop a brick

Glocks got gens, uh (What?)

Spray that n*gga, hundred round drum, he gon’ end (Damn)

稼ぐyen, uh (What?)

街から街cheddarで降らすrain (Skrt)

耳に掛けるCartier

None of you n*ggas ain’t feelin’ my pain

他所はなしでもっと上

仲間達と稼ぐyen