Stay Down (Apple Music Live)

歌詞

(DY Krazy) (Metro!) Fuck them other bitches who don't rock with us Only five star shit, ain't no thots with us Chanel round shades like binoculars Diamond nose ring, they think 'Pac with us I gave you every penn like Oscar We gon' smoke a pound of Runtz at the Oscars She fucked on a hooper and a boxer Came to my crib in his boxers Knowin' me, I'm from the block, I still fucked her I came from Harold's Chicken to eatin' lobsters Spanish bitch say "Gracias" Before I eat, I say my Fatiha I need a SPIDER jacket, where is Thug? I ain't playin', I got my Glock in the club I break the Perc just to give her a buzz Fuck you if you ain't show us no love (Show us no love) This shit crazy Hoppin' out the car, no photos, baby Fuck around with you, I been throwed off lately Heard shit through the grapevine You want time, I'ma take mine Gucci belt for her waistline Say you down, gotta stay down, hmm Otherwise I'ma make my rounds, no cap, yeah I don't discriminate, I want a rich thot Shawty showin' her pussy all on TikTok Pussy drippin', Blueface, you gotta switch mops Why you trippin'? Just give me all your attention I be deep inside her stomach, make her guts talk I don't want that quiet sex, I want that slut talk Stop actin' like you don't wanna go to that Slut Walk I half like you, so I went half on your butt shots I can't be seen with you at stores, I gotta pull off And we be fuckin' with a condom, I damn near pulled it off And you know I don't give no fuck And I know that DY fucked And I know that Metro fucked Them my brothers and I'ma still show you love I'ma still show you love This shit crazy Hoppin' out the car, no photos, baby Fuck around with you, I been throwed off lately Heard shit through the grapevine You want time, I'ma take mine Gucci belt for her waistline Say you down, gotta stay down, hmm Otherwise I'ma make my rounds, no cap, yeah I put you on the finest I take you out shoppin' for diamonds French Polynesian, courtesy of the plug So much fun, nigga, shout-out to Thug Foamposites, make deposits, I just check stubs Got the pocket rocket out, outside the club The "Woah Kemosabe" Benz, big as it come If you love me would you tell me that you ride for me? Keep it gangsta, would you die for me? Let you shop, g-go get all designer gear Double up the Rolls and let you ride over here, money ties over here Mob ties over here, I can load you down with supplies over here We can rub you down, it's paradise over here Motherfucker, keep your eyes from over here You can die from over here, yeah This shit crazy Hoppin' out the car, no photos, baby Fuck around with you, I been throwed off lately Heard shit through the grapevine You want time, I'ma take mine Gucci belt for her waistline Say you down, gotta stay down, hmm Otherwise I'ma make my rounds, no cap, yeah