[Chorus: Slayer77] Shut up, nigga, we finna be up there Bye-bye, nigga, you finna be on there (Fye, fye) Nigga, you finna be done there Chopper volcano, it finna erupt there Why niggas actin' so fruity? I'm bringin' a whole lotta red, not tomato (Yeah) Walk in that bitch like a menace I'm losin' my mind, man, I'm feelin' like Faygo (Yeah) [And I'm winning who it is?] [Your not taking bank, yeah, no fifties?] I'm taking over, goin' over everythin' They not gon' stand in my way My niggas [?] Walkin' with a beam, I feel like Kamehameha It don't matter, sippin' on the Wocky, Wocky I'm makin' some shit like Rockstar Made And you finna get rolled like Rocky
[Refrain: Slayer77] We the best with it (What?) We the best with it (Yeah) We the best with it (What?) We the best with it (Yeah)
[Verse 1: Slayer77] Runnin' the track like it's click-clack, uh You are not gettin' that bitch back I'm finna pass my biggest song But you know there will still be a mix-match Movin' [?], but I'm not gettin' up (Yeah) Walk with that bitch 'cause I wet it up You know my show never regular Tell my why the fuck you think I'ma make it up? Sun is shinin' on my wrist, finna [?] it up Got some water on my shit, finna lake it up Don't even matter because my shorty like Selena You know that the Glock finna shake it up
[Refrain: Slayer 77 & Playboi Carti] Yeah, woah, yeah, yeah Never too much (Yeah) Never too much (Woah) Never too much (What?) Never too much
[Verse 2: Osmkapo] Bitch, I'm on top of my shit Bitch, I'm on top of my shit I don't know why these niggas be talkin' on me But I'm rockin' Gucci with the fit And I'm uppin' that fire, bitch, I'm uppin' that I'm in Off-White and she lovin' that I hit her once, I ain't callin' back Diamonds on me and they shine like the sun Goin' straight to the top, bitch, I need number one I—I hit an opp with the blicky Yes, I got the sticky, don't call it a gun Ten tryna pin me, I go on the run They tryna talk at all, not tryna talk at all I hit the gas and it fuck up my lungs Man, what you talkin' 'bout? What he talkin' about? He play with gang and that nigga is done I said the beat is so magical, I feel like Bandicoot These niggas really ain't none "How much you spend?" Like a band or two I'm in a Bentley coupe, never worry about my funds She ate my dick like an edible, she say I'm edible I ball hard just like the Sun Play with the gang and I'm [?] you Bitch, I went up and now these bitches just like to suck
[Interlude] Woah, Yankee with no brim
[Verse 3: Yung Fazo] Yeah (Bop) She wanna watch how I get all the bands I'm gon' spaz out, yeah, bring the racks out, yeah I know she a ho, I said I'll blow her back out, yeah (Skkrt) If you be talkin' right up on the 'Gram, are you bringin' the mags out? Yeah She wanna watch how I get all the bands I'm gon' spaz out, yeah, bring the racks out, yeah I know she a ho, I said I'll blow her back out, yeah (Skkrt) If you be talkin' right up on the 'Gram, are you bringin' the mags out? Yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Verse 4: TheHxliday] And you know I rock hard, that's how I'm comin' I feel like Manson, don't give a shit (Yeah) Go through your bitch like a runway She like them diamonds that dance on my wrist I know what I'm gonna be someday Can't hit me up 'cause I be in the mix (Your bitch all—) Your bitch all up on me, yes, she been hands on I feel like Elon, you see me blast off That money ain't green, no, it's blue in my Phantom (Woah) Walk on the scene, now you've seen I'm a star (Woah) I'm rockin' out with your bitch (Woah) I feel like I'm Nirvana, no, I am not talkin' no guitar (Woah) My Rollie, it be bustin' in the moonlight (Woah) If you talkin' shit, then we aim with that graah-tah (Woah) I'm gon' make it, that's on my momma (Woah) I got your bitch naked, she callin' me father
[Chorus: Slayer77] Shut up, nigga, we finna be up there Bye-bye, nigga, you finna be on there (Fye, fye) Nigga, you finna be done there Chopper volcano, it finna erupt there Why niggas actin' so fruity? I'm bringin' a whole lotta red, not tomato (Yeah) Walk in that bitch like a menace I'm losin' my mind, man, I'm feelin' like Faygo (Yeah) [And I'm winning who it is?] [Your not taking bank, yeah, no fifties?] I'm taking over, goin' over everythin' They not gon' stand in my way My niggas [?] Walkin' with a beam, I feel like Kamehameha It don't matter, sippin' on the Wocky, Wocky I'm makin' some shit like Rockstar Made And you finna get rolled like Rocky
[Outro: Playboi Carti] I told you to stop hangin' 'round here, opp ass bitch Homicide, homicide, homicideTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.