[00:00.00] 作词 : Jermaine Cole/Destin Route/Vincent Staples/Kalon Berry[00:00.08] 作曲 : Jermaine Cole/Destin Route/Vincent Staples/Kalon Berry[00:00.16]You don't give a damn, then we don’t give a shit[00:02.88]On God, I been waiting for one of y'all bitches to buc[00:06.36]Still starving, ribs touching[00:07.95]Touch the team and you get touched like homescreen buttons[00:10.77]Hoes scream loud, Jennifer Hudson when them thangs start bustin’[00:12.77]Alright[00:13.48]**** talk and slick tal[00:15.00]Pissed off, stick talk[00:16.66]Diss track, get mad[00:18.41]Rap niggas big trash[00:19.99]Your squad, my squad[00:21.65]Mismatched, pissants[00:23.28]Cheese chase, gym rats[00:25.07]Picture paint, Rembrandts[00:26.70]Tree trunk, thin branch[00:28.32]I leave, come back[00:29.99]This fall, diss all y'all niggas I came up with[00:32.53]My, what a bit of a change up[00:34.17]These niggas lame, we in minimal danger[00:35.73]I got the banger, just give me the next[00:37.37]My bitch put me in the game and I'm ready to flame, I'm anxious[00:39.44]Put the mother****ing bank on i[00:40.53]Big nuts hangin', big bucks bringin', **** 'em all[00:43.61]No slut shamin’, money in the Cayman, I’m appalled[00:47.23]Niggas swear they bangin', feds got ’em singin on the squad[00:50.55]Crack rock slangin' on blacktop pavement, tryna ball[00:53.76]Line 'em up on the wall, three deep, final call[00:57.05]Knee-deep, squeeze three, beep beep, Tylenol[01:00.47]Pulled up, one deep, no squad, just me[01:03.88]Just God, no prob', real niggas tend to **** wit’ me[01:07.29]No jewelry, no stunt for me[01:08.78]Just a Bentley truck, and an empty cup of whatever that is[01:11.57]You too concerned 'bout how clever that is[01:13.20]Me, I'm concerned how much bread that it is[01:14.86]Or letters that it is[01:15.82]I been got my mama, I'll get off of this[01:17.41]I'm ****ing the game, you niggas is lame[01:19.01]You won't even get a little head out of this[01:20.78]Bet I'ma miss, you niggas is dense[01:22.43]My hits goin' over the fence[01:24.10]How is you niggas so rich? I'm not so convinced[01:25.84]My wrist costin' more than your whip[01:27.25]And I don't wear that no more, that shit there look tacky[01:29.41]Yeah, I'm the G.O.A.T., no nigga, don't at me[01:31.01]Put on your coat, the world gon' get colder[01:32.71]This is my year, don't say I ain't told you, bitch[01:34.98]You don't give a damn, then we don't give a ****[01:37.65]On God, I been waiting for one of y'all bitches to buc[01:40.92]Still starving, ribs touching[01:42.62]Touch the team and you get touched like homescreen buttons[01:45.41]Hoes scream loud, Jennifer Hudson when them thangs start bustin'[01:49.40]Ayy, ayy, bitch, ayy, ay[01:51.83]Ayy, yo, uh-uh[01:53.38]Ayy, yo[01:54.78]Ayy, ain't this that, um...[01:57.15]Ayy, ain't this the Dreamville shit? This the, um..[02:02.22]I had a dream, I had a Glock, I had a beam, run it back[02:05.84]I had a dream, she in Celine, I'm in Supreme, run it back[02:09.25]Y'all had the dream, I had the guap,[02:10.99]I hit the green, run it back[02:12.64]Ready to go, ready to score, ready for war, run it back[02:16.11]I'm finna bring the summer back[02:17.79]I'm finna bring the Hummer back[02:19.52]Snuck my gun in the function[02:21.54]I bust, he not coming back[02:23.18]Dummy racks, hundred stacks[02:24.69]Police killed 'bout a hundred blacks[02:26.31]Don't get killed tryna run a lap[02:28.06]Bitch don't get killed tryna run a..