作词 : Leland Wayne/Peter Lee Johnson/Sheyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph/Quantavious Tavario Thomas/David Ruoff/Eli Klughammer/Celso Valli
作曲 : Leland Wayne/Peter Lee Johnson/Sheyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph/Quantavious Tavario Thomas/David Ruoff/Eli Klughammer/Celso Valli
Okay，Okay，Okay，Okay, Okay, Okay
Big 4L, the biggest 4L
Pu**y, 21，21
G-Block savage with the criminals (21)
N*ggas throwin' shots, they subliminal (21)
Say that this a problem then we spin on 'em (On God)
Get the whole drum 'cause I'm generous (Sprayed out)
Put your name on the bullets while I'm fillin' 'em (Pu**y)
All the opps scared 'cause we killin' 'em (Pu**y)
Eastside vet, I'm a general (Pu**y)
All my n*ggas twins, we identical (Pu**y)
I put all the beef on the meat rack (Straight up)
Holes in his face, pull the sheet back (Facts)
His mama threw a counter like skeet that (Phew, phew)
Stepped on her son call defab (Pu**y)
Paradise the wrong place to creep at (On God)
He tellin' on the news, he a street rat (21)
Shoot the whole hundred, n*ggas, keep that (Pu**y)
Pass the opp pack so I can chief that (Pu**y)
Wet 'em, umbrella (Yeah)
Clutchin' glizzys with the fellas (Yeah)
Choppa sing like it's Adele, uh (Yeah)
Money, violence go together (Yeah)
Bottega labels on my sweater (21)
Can't name a b*tch that made me sweat her (Say what? Yeah)
Cold-hearted, I'm a stepper (21)
These bullets hot, jalapeño pepper (Hot)
Give me more shooters, I need it
Give me more plates, know we greedy
We catchin' bodies, we fiendin'
They catchin' bodies, they dreamin'
And I just caught a body with your b*tch, she ate ***** (Uh-huh)
Suck me up, baby girl, ooh, she's a demon (Wow)
Say she love the money, I say she fiendin'
Set up her n*gga, I'm plottin' and schemin'
Slimeball (Slime), ***** (*****)
Rich as a b*tch and they broke like her n*gga (Huh)
Sit in L.A., sendin' shots to the n*gga
Cross the country, n*gga sendin' them hitters (Kill 'em)
N*gga actin' country, play with me, n*gga (Kill 'em)
Stick right here make some noise (Boom)
Grip on that b*tch, hundred round, can't avoid (Wow)
B*tch shake the ground ain't attached to that boy (Mm)
We shook the crowd when we stepped on that boy
Different breed, different hitters, different killers (Yeah)
Glock .23 and it come with extendo (Yeah)
Switch on the b*tch, finna whoop me a n*gga (Brr, brr, brr)
Think I was his mama when I get done (Brr)
Leavin' no prints on the block (Yeah)
Leavin' a snitch on they block (Yeah)
We left some opps on our block (Yeah)
These n*ggas turnin' to cops (Yeah)
They be makin' song when their partner drop (Damn)
Wet 'em, umbrella (Yeah)
Clutchin' glizzys with the fellas (Yeah)
Choppa sing like it's Adele, uh (Yeah)
Money, violence go together (Yeah)
Bottega labels on my sweater (21)
Can't name a b*tch that made me sweat her (Say what?)
Cold-hearted, I'm a stepper (21)
These bullets hot, jalapeño pepper (Hot)
N*gga say it's up, they be hidin' though (21)
I can put it on but I still got a stylist though (On God)
Party in the Hills, all the b*tches got a powder nose
Call 'em "Bent over on the counter" hoes (Straight up)
Came from the bottom, n*gga, I done reached a lot of goals
Reach for my chain, you get a lotta holes
Big 4L get 'em gone like, "Adiós"
Knock your hood down, n*gga, domino (21)
I ain't really friendly, n*gga, f*ck 'em all (Pu**y)
Clip full of hollows, I'ma bust 'em all (Pu**y)
Send 'em up to God with a f*ckin' call (Pu**y)
Only time I ran is from the f*ckin' law (Pu**y)
Big 4L, she wanna suck us all (Pu**y)
I got too much cash for a f*ckin' mall (Pu**y)
If she ain't my ***** then I ain't f*ckin' raw (Pu**y)
If she for the streets then I ain't f*ckin' raw (Pu**y)
Wet 'em, umbrella (Yeah)
Clutchin' glizzys with the fellas (Yeah)
Choppa sing like it's Adele, uh (Yeah)
Money, violence go together (Yeah)
Bottega labels on my sweater (21)
Can't name a b*tch that made me sweat her (Say what?)
Cold-hearted, I'm a stepper (21)
These bullets hot, jalapeño pepper (Hot)
