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作词 : Ian Simpson/Dominique Simpson/Matt Champion/Isaiah Merriweather/Russell Boring/Jonah Abraham 作曲 : Ian Simpson/Dominique Simpson/Matt Champion/Isaiah Merriweather/Russell Boring/Jonah Abraham Was at the cookout with my other, other, other man, mm That done got me into some mother****ing trouble man Texas boy, the way I love it, love it, love it, man, mm All these new niggas they stealin' but it don't hit the same, uh Feel it in your veins, uh, nigga, I love my gang That's why I **** my gang, mm, why I **** my gang, uh Ain't no play today, these ain't just 808s, uh This a murder case, uh, this a murder case, uh Ain't no pushin' me, uh, uh, I shake your head, it deceased, uh Ayy, don't hit on me, uh, uh, if that boy ain't seen it He lucky that nigga still breathin', I don't know what y'all seein' Take my shirt off, run off, then I swallow that nigga's semen Uh, done being humble so I had to flex Way that I rack up my bands make 'em sweat 40 acres and a mule on my neck Better to talk to me with some respect Heard they ain't make it, I couldn't have guessed I'll cut the ram that connects to your vest And I'm chiefing the keef of a pound of the best Doin' it right, takes a couple attempts Had to keep climbing and catch the ascent Made it look casual 'cause I'm the best Studio gallery all on our wrists Hold on exactly what do you suggest? When I'm aiming, ain't no use for a vest When I'm on Tinder, I get cream at the scene And when I leave, it's grotesque, it's a finesse, yes Way she throwin' it so fast you'd think she need some Tommy John Surgery, nurse gon' pass me over, gimme that scalpel please Diggin' through this shit like it was '06, polka jeans Green Lamborghin' look like Bulbasaur, and his dad Catch 'em all, bubblegum ain't allowed Sittin' up on that terrace, drinking red wine with cantaloupe Thousand-dollar phone, what the hell I can't answer for? I can't see the haters man, uh, Harry Potter cloak Let this shit rock, we come in like a landslide They don't call me up, they hit the cell, don't hit the landline Feet up sippin' hibiscus, I'll burn my damn tongue Sea salt on that cookie plate, I call that Atlantic crumbs She from Idaho, friends call her "tater thot" She from outta town, she never seen the ocean, wow She asked me, what's my favorite place to spend a lot? Uh That depends, like an eight dough bagel box