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作曲 : Adrian Baez/Lefty Frizzel Sanders Jr/Dennys Capellan

作词 : Adrian Baez/Lefty Frizzel Sanders Jr/Dennys Capellan

Listen brodie I'ma tell you for real how it's feeling

When you in that spotlight

Everybody finna talk down, want a Birkin, bitch?

You better talk nice

We like murda nigga, we is not nice

Wanna walk up to me, better think right

And they gon' keep tellin' lies, they judging, curious

I jus ****ed the baddest bitch in a Trump hotel, she hoppin' on it

And you couldn't hold me as a brother

And it's kinda crazy how we fallen

I just pulled up in that brand new whip, bad bitches on me flawless

And you keep on claiming that I switched up,

Part of the reason that a nigga heartless

And I'm swearing that you coulda been here

Just got a pack that new iceberg

I ain't 'bout shit, **** what you heard

Better come up close, and find out first

Nigga bro run down, take off his shoes

Put you on the new

Got me lookin' at you

Wouldn't done this shit to you

We trap out the buildin'

Nigga just say how you feelin'

Bitch I had you in my bidness

I'm down in my feelings

None of these lil' **** niggas, ain't trustin' no leach

I just showed them that my body different

Same niggas that depend on me

Gon' start all them rumors as soon as I fall

Soon as I can't pay their part

Why the **** you can't play your part?

We trap out the buildin'

Nigga just say how you feelin'

Bitch I had you in my bidness

I'm down in my feelings

None of these lil' **** niggas, ain't trustin' no leach

I just showed them that my body different

Same niggas that depend on me

Gon' start all them rumors as soon as I fall

Soon as I can't pay their part

Why the **** you can't play your part?

Certain niggas, uh

I gotta watch for certain bitches

Cut 'em off all the faking, I ain't with it

Pradas on got me catching mad attention

Wanna **** for the clout and I don't get it

But this come with the life, man I ain't trippin'

I just started the coutin', I ain't finished (Boom, bah)

With my hittas ain't no limit

Don't hit my DMs, won't answer no calls

Rarri throw me the chop, I'ma finish 'em off

Blow the shit out his cap, I'ma watch how he fall

Traumatized from the streets, all the things I had saw

I get real, real fly, I got real mob ties

I just checked my bank account, it's at a all time high

I was young trapping for dubs

One and O with a bag, tell 'em **** on the love

And it ain't what it seem, I ran out of love

Got a Glock with a beam, it's ready to buss

And I'm prayin' God, that I get my way

And I had it hard through my younger days

They don't understand that we gotta a plan

Put it on God, niggas won't play

We trap out the buildin'

Nigga just say how you feelin'

Bitch I had you in my bidness

I'm down in my feelings

None of these lil' **** niggas, ain't trustin' no leach

I just showed them that my body different

Same niggas that depend on me

Gon' start all them rumors as soon as I fall

Soon as I can't pay their part

Why the **** you can't play your part?

We trap out the buildin'

Nigga just say how you feelin'

Bitch I had you in my bidness

I'm down in my feelings

None of these lil' **** niggas, ain't trustin' no leach

I just showed them that my body different

Same niggas that depend on me

Gon' start all them rumors as soon as I fall

Soon as I can't pay their part

Why the **** you can't play your part?