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Description
Producer: Lulrose
Producer: Tana
Composer: Lulrose
Composer: Tana
Lyricist: Marcellus Rayvon Register
Lyricist: Cavon Deshun Paige
Lyricist: Gerald Leroy Chauncey Page
Lyrics and translation
Original
Is West still there?
Yeah, I could turn a beast way good, give a nigga street cred
Moving on up, the penthouse got a keypad
Some niggas dumb, but some other niggas need rep
You can tell the jeans' cap when you see the patch
You see me now, you don't, moving like a ghost
You can see the LV print walking through the snow
"Feda number two," can't let you lend my dough
Grab the pistol, walking, I might shoot like my dog
I was late to class, but I still passed
Skip college with you, to my teacher, damn, I feel bad
Fail back, fuck friends, I'd rather let these ems stack
Real stats, press the button on the devil; a lot of roof, feel bad
The right place, the right time, they all going fuck
Coincidentally, I'm on brickle in a new machine
Ain't seen the window when ain't nobody, I'm tryna duck
Watch niggas turn to male groupies when it comes to legs
I had a dream 'bout a war and walk across the stage
Finally made it to the top, but it was only me
I been re-bindin' beans, going down the way
Scrape my nuts and had to trap a down repeat
Go on YouTube and type vs highlights
On number 1 in the country on a red pipe
Now we as out, m'a's be on thin ice
Watch your simba 11, hate does enten line
Fuck a baby, gotta pull to my list dread
I got hoes everywhere, I ain't flying you out
Niggas say they wanna feature, I ain't got to ride 'em out
Wan't put to sleep with the hoe, but I nod it off
Bridges cost, we take a on me, your leg off
Never too much, fully drank, look the van drop
I'ma head to touch more crack, just spin it off
Wan't be on romantic, bitch, like fuck in the bank vault
Heeled attire bout the nigga, I ain't going, big dawg
Callin' the James today, come in with a crooked jaw
That's never words, and I'ma fuck you and gnaw your cup
Dawg, bro, you only got one outfit like the chunky dog
Wait 'til the obvious, you got zero pockets, foul
I'll take a bitch to the movie before I buy the pussy
Nigga gotta show that bank cut for we getting to it
You and that bitch like Travis Scott, I had one watch hills
Brok-a-ha, get the boog me, I need a parachute
You know I got the juice, throw a nigga out the window
Pilot line, niggas through my young boys out the you
You can peep the Louis, marry, count me when I'm passing through
If I had it, you can have it too, 'cause I got a few
Hold on 'til the money, black Jew like my nigga Fort
I can't wear a crown, I'm a b-a-m'; me and niggas are gonna lose
Hop out in the hood, leg attached, got too much to lose
English translation
Is West still there?
Yeah, I could turn a beast way good, give a nigga street cred
Moving on up, the penthouse got a keypad
Some niggas dumb, but some other niggas need rep
You can tell the jeans' cap when you see the patch
You see me now, you don't, moving like a ghost
You can see the LV print walking through the snow
"Feda number two," can't let you lend my dough
Grab the pistol, walking, I might shoot like my dog
I was late to class, but I still passed
Skip college with you, to my teacher, damn, I feel bad
Fail back, fuck friends, I'd rather let these ems stack
Real stats, press the button on the devil; a lot of roof, feel bad
The right place, the right time, they all going fuck
Coincidentally, I'm on brickle in a new machine
Ain't seen the window when ain't nobody, I'm tryna duck
Watch niggas turn to male groupies when it comes to legs
I had a dream 'bout a war and walk across the stage
Finally made it to the top, but it was only me
I been re-bindin' beans, going down the way
Scrape my nuts and had to trap a down repeat
Go on YouTube and type vs highlights
On number 1 in the country on a red pipe
Now we as out, m'a's be on thin ice
Watch your simba 11, hate does enten line
Fuck a baby, gotta pull to my list dread
I got hoes everywhere, I ain't flying you out
Niggas say they wanna feature, I ain't got to ride 'em out
Wan't put to sleep with the hoe, but I nod it off
Bridges cost, we take a on me, your leg off
Never too much, fully drank, look the van drop
I'ma head to touch more crack, just spin it off
Wan't be on romantic, bitch, like fuck in the bank vault
Heeled attire bout the nigga, I ain't going, big dawg
Callin' the James today, come in with a crooked jaw
That's never words, and I'ma fuck you and gnaw your cup
Dawg, bro, you only got one outfit like the chunky dog
Wait 'til the obvious, you got zero pockets, foul
I'll take a bitch to the movie before I buy the pussy
Nigga gotta show that bank cut for we getting to it
You and that bitch like Travis Scott, I had one watch hills
Brok-a-ha, get the boog me, I need a parachute
You know I got the juice, throw a nigga out the window
Pilot line, niggas through my young boys out the you
You can peep the Louis, marry, count me when I'm passing through
If I had it, you can have it too, 'cause I got a few
Hold on 'til the money, black Jew like my nigga Fort
I can't wear a crown, I'm a b-a-m'; me and niggas are gonna lose
Hop out in the hood, leg attached, got too much to lose