歌词
(Effixus Millenia)
Yeah, I don't need money, I just need to dance
I know I'm the shit, I know I'm the man
Yeah, yeah, I'm just finna stack it till my wrist bleed
Pull up with a chopper, they gone miss me
You gone need a .50 cal to kill me
I be pumping up these numbers till they feel me
Filthy Casual boys, that's my recipe
I'm a - I'm a fucking god, I don't need to bleed
I ain't gone be nothing I don't wanna be
I keep wondering how long they could bite Yeat
I keep wondering how long they could bite Drizzy
I'm just starting to realize they gone bite me
I don't - I don't need no money, there's nothing to buy
I just need a minute to get my shit right
I just want a ride or die to hit my line
I just gotta live right so the ops can die (fucking die)
I got the whole fucking op block on my hit list
I send my hitters to do the work why would I risk it
973 Gang up, you can't miss this
I'm just tryna live for the present like it's Christmas
Lightning McQueen all up in my cup, call it Piston
Your man he dirty, he fucking poor, yeah he listless
Last night was a movie on my phone, Imma relive it
Carol of the motherfucking bells, Pillowface did it
(Real trap shit)
Filthy - filthy boys, that's my recipe
I'm a - I'm a fucking god, I don't need to bleed - bleed - bleed
I ain't gone be nothing I don't wanna be
I keep won- keep won- keep won - they could bite Yeat
I keep wondering how long they could bite Drizzy
I'm just starting to realize they gone bite me - me
I don't - I don't need no money, there's nothing to buy
I just need a minute to get my shit right
I just want a ride or die to hit my line