作词 : George Stone III/John Carlos Ramirez/Randy Razz II/Evan Huang/Christian McCulley/William Perkins Jr/Kameron Johnson/Curtis Jackson/Brandon Parrott/Denaun Porter

作曲 : George Stone III/John Carlos Ramirez/Randy Razz II/Evan Huang/Christian McCulley/William Perkins Jr/Kameron Johnson/Curtis Jackson/Brandon Parrott/Denaun Porter

I was on the phone with big bro, he was like, he ain't seen nothing

I'm asking if he seen something, he think it's some trouble

He's like ****, pip squeaks small fries

I don't see nothing about them guys, I'm doing 25

My daddy say when you a big fish, you can't take the bait

Closed my eyes, bow my head, I wasn't scared, I was saying grace

I still see a chicken top a **** biscuit like a paper plate

For cheap like a rotisserie, yeah, he make them spin in place

I'm doing great in the two seat with a new freak, gettin' face

I'm up in rank, kept a clean face, don't mean I ain't make mistakes

But I ain't rat, I ain't turn my back or no ho shit like that

You in that room recalling facts, in school couldn't spell dog or cat

I'm a regular snake, them mice in men, and the right price, he will knock his friend

I know I wasn't nice in the end, just be cool with the new me

Hop out where your crew be, twerking that .223

Your hand reach for your legs, make you back that ass up, Juvie

I know how to bring a bitch up out a ****

It don't make no sense how you go against, toughest things about you, ****

How you so sick of the opps, you lie, say the guy shot you, ****

Instead of admitting you wrong, you'll keep it going, gon' start up your own militia

But I don't know what you heard about me, though

I plant my ten toes and take my charge, go get my free throw

Got six-figure shooters, they don’t miss a shot, not even a B-roll

Got thick red hoes, I **** from the back after they deep throat

****, I'm a real made man

My young **** ain't even 18, crush your big dog for eight grand

Me and Lee fall out, get mad, we gon' get back, 'cause I love Miss Pam

If I had one of us, the opps in the took, we got back like 6'7

We got way more skrilla than them, we got way more killers than them

We got way more **** been to the penitentiary, I ain't do no tellin' or nun

We kept it way more realer than them, we was way more ignorant than them

Bitch way more thicker than them, that paper stack way more bigger than them

Off IG scrollin' on bodies, if it's police shit, don't tag me

Or a bitch trippin', sayin' she had him, she got child trauma, she need her daddy

For advice, she'll take his lead, only plan I have for her plan B

See the fruit comin' out of my tree, why wouldn't she want Gee plant his seed?

FaceTime from the feds free E, ****, still ain't at our speed

Show them water, can't make a **** drink, real crooks sold books to some **** couldn't read

Tell 'em, sit back, lil' bro, think, **** look up to us like the sky

Beef with us like shooting at God, **** just talk, 'cause it's free online

We got way more skrilla than them, we got way more killers than them

We got way more **** been to the penitentiary, I ain't do no tellin' or nun

We kept it way more realer than them, we was way more ignorant than them

Bitch way more thicker than them, that paper stack way more bigger than them

Why you worried about them? That's what he told me

The realest shit, you know

Been telling me real shit, ten years ahead of you ****, y'all still in 2016

We way in' 2036, y'all crazy, you feel me?

Just don't die that way, just stay out my way, you feel me?

You don't want no trouble, you just want bubble

Just find a different way, 'cause the shit ain't gon' get you on, it's gon' get you hurt