SPECIAL DELIVERY (Explicit)

作曲 : Isaiah Holt/Darrell Baker/Milan Toren

作詞 : Isaiah Holt/Darrell Baker/Milan Toren

(Ayy Milan, that's another one, on God)

I'm at your front door, this special delivery

Our groupie a thottie,

My ex say she love me, you cannot get rid of me

I just went deep in that pxssy, you killing me

She told me look in her eyes while she freakin' me

The way that she freak me, she might be the enemy

I am Michael Jackson bad, ain't no bleachin' me

Had to cut some family off, they was leachin' me

Had to block all my exes, they missin' me

Forget about 'em, smoke some gas, not no nicotine

They just mad 'cause my new b!tch get double C's

That's what happens when you hop on the winning team

Halloween 'cause she trick or treat

But I'm the trick, so you know ain't no tricking me

I don't want corona, so no kissin' me

So many cars, don't know what to drive

If you my slime, then you get a high five

Turnin' heads every time we talk by

The other guys like, "I wish I was them"

I am him, I ain't never been them

Fxck a blood, we gon' break off the stem

Me and used to break ATMs

Now we ballin' like we winnin' the rim

New York called her out with some timbs

Benz truck pullin' up like it's mims

Toronto truck, 24 on the rims

24, can't believe that he went

Gold and purple on my Cartier lenses

Foreign b!tch, way she speak she a sim

Wet wet in that pxssy I swim

Make a movie, gotta put this on film

She steady callin' and she act like a fan

Come to my office, ho', I'm the dean

2020, get my hands recleansed

Been puttin' on since I was 17

Yeah, I'm cool, but I can get mean

Got on the champion scene

Like scorpions, yeah, you know I'ma sting

On lock down, so I'm quarantined

I'm hot now, so you know what I mean

I rock out, so it's rips in my jeans

And I'ma pop out with my cock out

She gon' suck me 'til the snot out

And she get naked, uh

But I won't beg it, uh

And I don't worry, uh, yeah

'Cause she gon' let me, uh, yeah

And I need a lighter 'cause a young n!gga on fire

Rolling like a tire, like Michael Mires

They just sent me a d**n wire, so you know I need some wire pliers

Don't want a ho', so I need a writer

I'm putting random sh!t on this Rolling Loud writer