[00:00.00] 作词 : Quinlan Sharif McAfee
[00:00.97] 作曲 : Quinlan Sharif McAfee/Edward Florian David Jr.
[00:01.95]Hold on
[00:04.69]I'm really playin', dawg
[00:07.05]Ayy, gang, hold on, gang
[00:09.55]A lot of n1ggas on some fake sh1t
[00:11.36]Go tell them n1ggas I'm the last one to play with
[00:13.58]I'm serving d1ck inside the tender, you gon' lay wit' it
[00:16.00]And I ain't never changing up, I'm on the same sh1t
[00:18.20]My b1tch mad at me, f4ck it, I'ma pay for the b1tch
[00:20.69]Remember back inside the trenches I'd pray for a lick?
[00:23.04]Lots of times, I tried to quit, but I was made for this sh1t
[00:25.22]I ran it up, I bought my lonely, I was taking a risk
[00:27.48]Want a show? Send that ticket, get a bag first
[00:29.86]Ass out for thirty minutes, made her back hurt
[00:32.03]Come with less than two bands and get a bad verse
[00:34.42]My youngin' askin' sh1t later, he gon' crash first
[00:36.87]I see you cuffin' that lil' b1tch, that whole crew f4ck her
[00:39.27]Somebody call Ella Mai, this n1gga booed up
[00:41.30]She need a bandage on the cat 'cause it get bruised up
[00:43.58]Jump in the water with them sharks, he gon' get chewed up
[00:46.02]And they know I'm hearin' first about my currency, b1tch
[00:48.41]Lil' bro gon' come and get 'em fast, some emergency sh1t
[00:50.72]Your partner gone and you ain't write him, boy, I heard he was sick
[00:52.77]Quit acting boujee, ho, like you ain't ever heard of me, b1tch
[00:55.34]Hold on, I'm still low, just imagine
[00:57.52]Pac, we hit 'em up, b1tches tucked like a napkin
[00:59.57]I was in the cut fresh as f4ck, now I'm r4ppin'
[01:01.83]Givenchy under where I'm tryna f4ck, hood fashion
[01:04.24]Roll a Wood and Gelaty, got the whole car smellin'
[01:06.44]Partner tryna diss, I got him pissed, R. Kelly
[01:08.71]I know she finna chew, I'ma scoop, jar jelly
[01:11.01]Ride through the block, we leave the whole car deadly
[01:13.48]Ayy, hold on, she gon' f4ck for them blue strips
[01:15.96]I know a lot of street n1ggas with some loose lips
[01:18.30]And I can't go against the code 'cause I'm too still
[01:20.61]A couple h0es inside the crib, that's a few lips
[01:23.17]He in all black lurkin' when the moon up
[01:25.22]Choppa shakin' like this b1tch need a tune-up
[01:27.55]B1tches tryna give me noggin like a crew cut
[01:29.99]She can't stand me talking, b1tch, then put your shoes up

作词 : Quinlan Sharif McAfee
作曲 : Quinlan Sharif McAfee/Edward Florian David Jr.
Hold on
I'm really playin', dawg
Ayy, gang, hold on, gang
A lot of n1ggas on some fake sh1t
Go tell them n1ggas I'm the last one to play with
I'm serving d1ck inside the tender, you gon' lay wit' it
And I ain't never changing up, I'm on the same sh1t
My b1tch mad at me, f4ck it, I'ma pay for the b1tch
Remember back inside the trenches I'd pray for a lick?
Lots of times, I tried to quit, but I was made for this sh1t
I ran it up, I bought my lonely, I was taking a risk
Want a show? Send that ticket, get a bag first
Ass out for thirty minutes, made her back hurt
Come with less than two bands and get a bad verse
My youngin' askin' sh1t later, he gon' crash first
I see you cuffin' that lil' b1tch, that whole crew f4ck her
Somebody call Ella Mai, this n1gga booed up
She need a bandage on the cat 'cause it get bruised up
Jump in the water with them sharks, he gon' get chewed up
And they know I'm hearin' first about my currency, b1tch
Lil' bro gon' come and get 'em fast, some emergency sh1t
Your partner gone and you ain't write him, boy, I heard he was sick
Quit acting boujee, ho, like you ain't ever heard of me, b1tch
Hold on, I'm still low, just imagine
Pac, we hit 'em up, b1tches tucked like a napkin
I was in the cut fresh as f4ck, now I'm r4ppin'
Givenchy under where I'm tryna f4ck, hood fashion
Roll a Wood and Gelaty, got the whole car smellin'
Partner tryna diss, I got him pissed, R. Kelly
I know she finna chew, I'ma scoop, jar jelly
Ride through the block, we leave the whole car deadly
Ayy, hold on, she gon' f4ck for them blue strips
I know a lot of street n1ggas with some loose lips
And I can't go against the code 'cause I'm too still
A couple h0es inside the crib, that's a few lips
He in all black lurkin' when the moon up
Choppa shakin' like this b1tch need a tune-up
B1tches tryna give me noggin like a crew cut
She can't stand me talking, b1tch, then put your shoes up