[00:00.000] 作曲 : Asyrion Hoga/Davon D. Meeks/Spencer Harris/James Leonard Price
[00:00.891][Intro: VonOff1700]
[00:02.350]Alright, nigga, alright (Tuned up)
[00:06.659]Nigga, I'm—, dumbass nigga
[00:08.051]Nigga, I'm rich
[00:08.805]Turnt up, not burnt up, diss on the gang, get your dumb ass sent up (Ayo, Chef, alright, come on)
[00:11.313][Chorus: VonOff1700]
[00:11.814]Nigga, I'm rich (You know that), I gotta ride 'round with a Draco (A Drac')
[00:14.121]My shooters gon' shoot when I say so (When I say so)
[00:15.879]Yeah, I'll hop on your song and shit, but hit up Frog 'cause you gotta pay though (A bag)
[00:18.522]When I was a kid, nigga, I was playin' with guns, your bitch ass was playin' with Play-Doh (Your bitch ass)
[00:21.810]My shorty done caught him a B, he still runnin' the streets, I keep tellin' the nigga to lay low (Yo, chill)
[00:24.808]Take his gun and kick his lil' ass out the car, we just slid and the lil' nigga ain't blow (Bitch ass)
[00:27.821]Hit his ass all in his head, left his brains on the floor, that shit remind me of Alfredo
[00:30.905]The opps just dropped a song, that shit so weak, I damn near threw a tomato (****, ooh)
[00:34.192]We hit his ass so many times, he was dead on the scene, it ain't no reason to pray for
[00:37.200][Verse: Lil Scoom89]
[00:37.463]Shorty be hangin' with opps, be all on they block, so we already know she backdoor (Her ass backdoor)
[00:40.487]Niggas be runnin' they mouth and still doin' time, every time I get caught, I play slow
[00:43.498]Splat got switch a damn Draco (Grr)
[00:45.097]Talkin' 'bout broke, I'll up a bank roll (Up a bank roll)
[00:46.603]Tryna pour up and get high, I'm lookin' for Tris, tryna drop me a deuce in a Faygo (In a Faygo)
[00:49.885]This bitch swallowed my kids and didn't even care, she like it with extra mayo (Extra mayo)
[00:52.899]Locked in with the cartel, we bringin' in 'bows, big bronem **** with the yayo (They **** with the yayo)
[00:55.910]Pockets be filled up with cheese, I never run out, my jeans be filled up with queso (Filled up with queso)
[00:59.176]Got caught up with my bitch, now she on IG steady postin' on how she hate hoes (How she hate hoes)
[01:02.471]High-speed chase, county bound, I can't go (Skrrt)
[01:04.188]7.62 Drac' shells, we ate those (Grr)
[01:05.694]She eat dick like it's a mango (It's a mango)
[01:07.201]Von in a 'Cat, I'm doggin' a 'Rango (Skrrt, skrrt)
[01:08.707]Tryna fit in, that's why we clap hoes
[01:10.218]Body-bag niggas, they know we tag toes (Grr)
[01:11.725]Lyin' he dead, we know that's cap though (Come here)
[01:13.227]Ain't hop in the Rolls, but I'm in that Track' though
[01:14.743][Chorus: VonOff1700]
[01:15.017]Nigga, I'm rich (You know that), I gotta ride 'round with a Draco (A Drac')
[01:16.808]My shooters gon' shoot when I say so (When I say so)
[01:17.983]Yeah, I'll hop on your song and shit, but hit up Frog 'cause you gotta pay though (A bag)
[01:21.298]When I was a kid, nigga, I was playin' with guns, your bitch ass was playin' with Play-Doh (Your bitch ass)
[01:24.307]My shorty done caught him a B, he still runnin' the streets, I keep tellin' the nigga to lay low
[01:27.319]Take his gun and kick his lil' ass out the car, we just slid and the lil' nigga ain't blow (Bitch ass)
[01:30.508]Hit his ass all in his head, left his brains on the floor, that shit remind me of Alfredo
[01:33.562]The opps just dropped a song, that shit so weak, I damn near threw a tomato (****, ooh)
[01:36.859]We hit his ass so many times, he was dead on the scene, it ain't no reason to pray for

作曲 : Asyrion Hoga/Davon D. Meeks/Spencer Harris/James Leonard Price
Alright, nigga, alright (Tuned up)
Nigga, I'm—, dumbass nigga
Nigga, I'm rich
Turnt up, not burnt up, diss on the gang, get your dumb ass sent up (Ayo, Chef, alright, come on)
Nigga, I'm rich (You know that), I gotta ride 'round with a Draco (A Drac')
My shooters gon' shoot when I say so (When I say so)
Yeah, I'll hop on your song and shit, but hit up Frog 'cause you gotta pay though (A bag)
When I was a kid, nigga, I was playin' with guns, your bitch ass was playin' with Play-Doh (Your bitch ass)
My shorty done caught him a B, he still runnin' the streets, I keep tellin' the nigga to lay low (Yo, chill)
Take his gun and kick his lil' ass out the car, we just slid and the lil' nigga ain't blow (Bitch ass)
Hit his ass all in his head, left his brains on the floor, that shit remind me of Alfredo
The opps just dropped a song, that shit so weak, I damn near threw a tomato (****, ooh)
We hit his ass so many times, he was dead on the scene, it ain't no reason to pray for
Shorty be hangin' with opps, be all on they block, so we already know she backdoor (Her ass backdoor)
Niggas be runnin' they mouth and still doin' time, every time I get caught, I play slow
Splat got switch a damn Draco (Grr)
Talkin' 'bout broke, I'll up a bank roll (Up a bank roll)
Tryna pour up and get high, I'm lookin' for Tris, tryna drop me a deuce in a Faygo (In a Faygo)
This bitch swallowed my kids and didn't even care, she like it with extra mayo (Extra mayo)
Locked in with the cartel, we bringin' in 'bows, big bronem **** with the yayo (They **** with the yayo)
Pockets be filled up with cheese, I never run out, my jeans be filled up with queso (Filled up with queso)
Got caught up with my bitch, now she on IG steady postin' on how she hate hoes (How she hate hoes)
High-speed chase, county bound, I can't go (Skrrt)
7.62 Drac' shells, we ate those (Grr)
She eat dick like it's a mango (It's a mango)
Von in a 'Cat, I'm doggin' a 'Rango (Skrrt, skrrt)
Tryna fit in, that's why we clap hoes
Body-bag niggas, they know we tag toes (Grr)
Lyin' he dead, we know that's cap though (Come here)
Ain't hop in the Rolls, but I'm in that Track' though
Nigga, I'm rich (You know that), I gotta ride 'round with a Draco (A Drac')
My shooters gon' shoot when I say so (When I say so)
Yeah, I'll hop on your song and shit, but hit up Frog 'cause you gotta pay though (A bag)
When I was a kid, nigga, I was playin' with guns, your bitch ass was playin' with Play-Doh (Your bitch ass)
My shorty done caught him a B, he still runnin' the streets, I keep tellin' the nigga to lay low
Take his gun and kick his lil' ass out the car, we just slid and the lil' nigga ain't blow (Bitch ass)
Hit his ass all in his head, left his brains on the floor, that shit remind me of Alfredo
The opps just dropped a song, that shit so weak, I damn near threw a tomato (****, ooh)
We hit his ass so many times, he was dead on the scene, it ain't no reason to pray for