Cal Scruby
作詞：Cal Scruby 作曲：Cal Scruby
Gotta, gotta
Yada yada yada yada yada yada
Yada ya
Gotta, gotta
Yada yada yada ya'll be talkin' to the camera
You ain't really poppin' know it's only propaganda
If they talkin' money on the phone I need the answer
Gimme gimme green like they text me on the Samsung
(Brrt, brrt)
You gon' get hit back, tit for tat, this a fact
Used to flip the pack before I switched to rap
Then I flipped the script and did revision all without a lick of fiction
This a limited edition 1 of 1 in mint condition (aye yuh)
Hottest in my state (yuh)
Got something to say?
Go 'head say that to my face (yuh)
Got no time for dinner dates, too much on my plate (yuh)
I pull off the interstate, you get Chick-fil-A (yuh)
You think this a game?
I control it
Empty and reload it
Simulation mode is like Keanu dodging bullets
I'm the one who wrote it
It's the prototype I coded
When I drop that beta my data gon' be explodin'
I'll be Boomin' like Metro
Been high been low I'm off the booze in a Benzo
Henny on The Weeknd I get loose off that XO
I dropped my drink I think I ruined my retros
Will I get new ones? I guess so (yeah)
Yada yada yada ya'll be talkin' to the camera
You ain't really poppin' know it's only propaganda
If they talkin' money on the phone I need the answer
Gimme gimme green like they text me on the Samsung
(Brrt, brrt)
You gon' get hit back, tit for tat (tit for tat)
(Brrt, brrt)
You gon' get hit back, tit for tat (tat)
(Brrt, brrt)
You gon' get hit back, tit for tat (tit for tat)
(Brrt, brrt)
You you you gon' get hit back
(Brrt, brrt)
You gon' get hit back, tit for tat
All these bitches politicin' when a hundred's democrat
I do quick division with precision
I forgot I'm independent
I don't gotta split the business
I'm the guy that get commision (ooh yuh)
You know that shit true (yuh)
Back before the music I was tryna make a move (yuh)
Weed inside the ottoman and cash inside the shoe (yuh)
I change into Superman when I'm inside the booth
But my kryptonite is tropical pineapple kush
Tryna keep that on the hush
I'm in that 9/11 like I'm out here plottin' with Bush
I hit the gas too high to drive with a clutch
Somebody stuck in the trunk in the front
I don't know what button to push (uhh)
You think you drippin' I disagree (I disagree)
You gotta rinse it and then repeat (repeat)
I see your wrist and that shit is tapped
It's like 96 degrees
Don't call that ice if it didn't freeze (yeah)
Yada yada yada ya'll be talkin' to the camera
You ain't really poppin' know it's only propaganda
If they talkin' money on the phone I need the answer
Gimme gimme green like they text me on the Samsung
(Brrt, brrt)
You gon' get hit back, tit for tat (tit for tat)
(Brrt, brrt)
You gon' get hit back, tit for tat (tat)
(Brrt, brrt)
You gon' get hit back, tit for tat (tit for tat)
(Brrt, brrt)
You you you gon' get hit back