作词 : MAXIMILIANO LUIS
作曲 : MAXIMILIANO LUIS
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yo, yo, yoo, oh
Woke up just thinking 'bout copping that Spyder
Walking right in and pull out with a title
Wunna, lit like a lighter
Popping my sh*t, make these niggas don't like us
Yeah, we like disciples, on top of yo' roof, you can see all the snipers
You hear me, this not a cypher
I peeped that nose, imma wipe it
Back in New York, got me rocking my Timbs'
Pocket like pimp, imma pop on a shrimp
Can't take her shopping, yo' money too slim
She suck it sloppy, got marvelous lips
Served a few batches, know drugs bring me cash
I don't gotta pay tax, take it high to thе rim
Swerved through the dash and that shoе hit the gas
I been living life fast and I love how it is
I'm far from stingy, you know how it is
Tell me the business, we gon' get it done
Get you some straining, they know what it is
Popped him in Linux and still got a bun
You can try burying the kid, don't know I'm a seed
All I need is the sun
Everybody think they the one, so it's best you keep you a gun
Cap like you up, but you 'bout outta luck and yo' outfit and sneakers ain't nun
This a Backwood, I don't smoke outta Dutch, you know this weed strong as a skunk
Call for my cougar, yeah she a lil older and want me come over for lunch
Putting it right where she blush, keep all our business on hush
Woke up just thinking 'bout copping that Spyder
Walking right in and pull out with a title
Wunna, lit like a lighter
Popping my sh*t, make these niggas don't like us
Yeah, we like disciples, on top of yo' roof, you can see all the snipers
You hear me, this not a cypher
I peeped that nose, imma wipe it