作词 : Patrik Martey/Tavoris Hollins, Jr./Navraj Singh Goraya/Jeremy Biddle/David Rangi Jr.

作曲 : Patrik Martey/Tavoris Hollins, Jr./Navraj Singh Goraya/Jeremy Biddle/David Rangi Jr.

Ayy (Ayy)

Ayy (Ayy)

Ayy

Ayy

Take a trip and put your phone on"Do Not Disturb"

Put it in OT but you keep workin' my nerves

Not tryin' to go back and forth 'bout who hurt who first

You ain't gotta question, baby, it's yours

How I'm under thirty and made thirty, thirty times?

How you do my dirty and play victim blows my mind

I was scarred from issues, you said it would heal in time

Tryna hide your past up in the dark, but caught my body to the light

You ain't livin' right

I know if I brought it up tonight, we in for one hell of a night (Ayy)

Tryna do you right, ayy, tryna do you right

I know if I text a friend, then bring a friend, I leave with one tonight

You should call that nigga that you love so bad and sleep with him tonight

Two wrongs don't make a right (Yeah)

You should text your friends in that group chat and say he finally made it

My friends told me leave you in the past, can't lie, I contemplated

Always hang on my side doin' such and such, I'm concentratеd

Even 'fore the namе, before the fame, couldn't rock with nothin' basic

She in one hell of a run if I lace up these Asics (Ayy)

She don't like my life, I tell her"Leave it, face it" (Yeah)

Away for a new week, I had a dream and chased it

Hey (Yeah-yeah-yeah)

Switch my ex out for my next (For my next)

Switched out the Bentley for the 'Vette (For the 'Vette)

And straight my life for my respect

I been through Hell and been neglected

I been in the both a couple hours and wasted

If she come by the room, she get the fire, bubblin'

Jails today

I got head from her friend (From her friend)

Tryna cut her off, but it ain't go as planned

I say"Don't talk to me, come out the panties"

I say"Don't talk to me, go pop a xanny"

That's my bro, let's keep it in the family

Yeah, let's go

Never let 'em pull my card, they gon' come out the hip for me

I see he in designer, lil' bro go knock off his drip for me

I told her put her phone on DND, don't give no lip to me

And I know they gon' hate, gon' give no company to misery

Take a trip and put your phone on"Do Not Disturb"

Put it in OT but you keep workin' my nerves

Not tryin' to go back and forth 'bout who hurt who first

You ain't gotta question, baby, it's yours

Get money, **** *******

Get money, **** ******* (Yeah)

I'm like Pac, I got a wife and a mistress, woah

When she talk 'bout other rappers, it be gettin' on my nerves

Ain't worried 'bout her heart, I'm just in love with the curves

I'm stayin' with them I got, I don't know who else to serve

Got a brand new Maybach, built so long it look like a hearse

I think they here to stay, these demons live in my mind

Need a case for all my watches and I still ain't on time

Love the feelin' when I'm goin' and I know that she mine

And I'm barely thirty, but I made a mill' thirty times (Yeah)

And I know I ain't livin' right

Feelin' dead inside, I count up dead guys and they give me life

And I see 'em goin' left but I'm with my brother, wrong or right

And my panoramic ceilin' let me see the stars at night

Take a trip and put your phone on"Do Not Disturb"

Put it in OT but you keep workin' my nerves

Not tryin' to go back and forth 'bout who hurt who first

You ain't gotta question, baby, it's yours