作词 : Bryson March/Cameron March/Dominique Jones/Dwan Avery
作曲 : Bryson March/Cameron March/Dominique Jones/Dwan Avery
They call me 'round and they know who I am, yeah
She got that WAP and the way that she use it
Saliva with top and she come with a mop
I need to stop, then I hear rockin' the game
These features is over for niggas, as soon as I drop
She lookin' for love, but my heart somewhere in a box
She trippin', I changed the locks
Never tell nobody, you seen me by myself
Out and about, it was me and the Glock
Sun up to sundown, ain't nothin' else to do
But get money, so **** it, I'm workin' the block
AP a cool quarter-million, I'm sorry
This watch and I come from me punchin' no clock
Build up some paper, got my number in motion
And got me a spot and start workin' my flock
Why you keep textin' me "W-Y-D"?
And "W" while you out givin' out ****?
I told lil' bro if he can't get a knife
Get a lock and a sock and just work what you got
I know for sure where she went
She'll go, I ain't cuffin' these hoes, like we swappin' 'em out
We really spin shit, I really did shit
I can't talk about, 'cause I'm not for the clout
They puttin' trackers on cars, watch your Insta'
As soon as you dip, they gon' break in your house
Put in the chopper and mind if they ever come in
You better not let none of them get out
I be performin' whenever I'm in it
As soon as I nut, I should take me a bow
I done had this one, and this one, and this one
And that one, like **** it, let's **** up the town
She super pretty and handle her business
Like **** all these *****es, I'm bust, goin' down
She super friendly and like her a nigga who spend it
I'm tellin', I'm braggin' her around
She post a picture without my permission
Got me in some shit, man, these women is wild
She ****in' niggas, but think I don't know that shit
Really a joke, man, lil' mama's a clown
I know some hitters who dead the wrong
But they still came home, we took it to trial
Yeah, I'ma tell you when I'm finished (Never)
I get sturdy when I'm in it, baow
Talkin' 'bout I hurt her feelings, ouch
If I want it, I'ma get it now
Shooters in here, all the windows down
Oh you tryna get a bag, how?
Everybody know we pushin' them pounds, yeah
In here I go, I ain't walked in a minute
Fully in charge, I'm the boss of the business
And it's a problem, ain't callin' nobody
The hitters is already with me, I come from the heart of the city
The streets, I was all the way in 'em, I just dropped a banger with Nicki
My TRX talkin', I lifted it, soon as we harvest, they ship it
I just pray to God he forgive me, I've been out here killin' it
It was strong to go left, then I shifted it
You can come work for me, I got benefits
You can't do what I do, I invented this
.357 with a switch and extended clips
And another clip, that's a back-up
Stand out the way, I've been runnin' my sack up
I wish one of you ***** lil' niggas would add up
I bet we OD on 'em, bulletproof Cadillac
That's two-hundred racks, I told the set to go buy three of 'em
He thinkin' that he straight, 'cause I let him 'scape
I hope a nigga know that we on 'em
Heard they had the Cullinan
But ain't no comin' back, it is what it is
Get the quarterback and I'm the runnin' back
I get the team off the field
Look at my chain, it got bigger, change up the face, you look bitter
I hold it down for the real ones
I'm tryna pocket a billion, get out of line, you gon' feel me
When I get high, that's the real me, I know my opps wanna kill me
Ain't goin' nowhere, I'll be here, post the location, we'll be there
Get out of place and get beat up, brr (Bah, bah, bah)
Yeah, I'ma tell you when I'm finished (Never)
I get sturdy when I'm in it, baow
Talkin' 'bout I hurt her feelings, ouch
If I want it, I'ma get it now
Shooters in here, all the windows down
Oh you tryna get a bag, how?
Everybody know we pushin' them pounds, yeah