作曲:Tierre Stalling
作词:Tierre Stalling
How did you know
It’s what I’ve always wanted
Could never have too many of these
(Will you quit kicking me under the table)
Sing, yeah, roll a opp, ooh (I’m trying, will somebody make her shut up about it)
Yeah, uh, drop the top, back up, huh, yeah (Can we settle down, please)
We ridin’, now we on they block, frrt, yeah, ah
Yeah, automatic Glock, yeah (Will you quit kicking me under the table)
We finna burn a hotbox, yeah (I’m trying, will somebody make her shut up about it)
Just bust it down
You ain’t even gotta set the watch, yeah
Ha, yeah, we got a getaway driver (Skrr, skrr, skrr, can we settle down, please)
Ha, yeah, it wasn’t no beat on his vitals (Brr, blick)
(Will you quit kicking me under the table)
Yeah, hurr, your ** givin’ me mouthin’ (I’m trying, will somebody make her shut up about it)
I woke up hyped but I ain’t drink coffee
Yeah, the spinners, get rowdy
Attached in the band when the club crowded
Six digits and I do the trap mounted (Can we settle down, please)
Every second spent stay accounted
Bro passed me the Wock’, I’ma down it
Yeah, he mad ’cause his ** got pounded (Will you quit kicking me under the table)
Yeah, yeah, watch how I switch, she departed (I’m trying, will somebody make her shut up about it)
Yeah, yeah, broomstick hangin’ out the
Yeah, I’m uptop, rollin’ up my opp, he get smoked at the Bob Marley (Can we settle down, please)
Them bottles’ll never be uncharted (Uh, will you quit kicking me under the table)
Yeah, don’t run, yeah, my gun get to dottin’ (I’m trying, will somebody make her shut up about it)
Get out my hood, sidewalk his crib, twenty deep like we fuckin’ marchin’ (Can we settle down, please)
Yeah, yeah, ha, watch how I dance on this sergeant, lift him up, uh, yeah
Yeah, your soul can’t be pardoned, uh, yeah
(Will you quit kicking me under the table)
Sing, yeah, roll a opp, ooh (I’m trying, will somebody make her shut up about it)
Yeah, uh, drop the top, back up, huh, yeah (Can we settle down, please)
We ridin’, now we on they block, frrt, yeah, ah
Yeah, automatic Glock, yeah (Will you quit kicking me under the table)
We finna burn a hotbox, yeah (I’m trying, will somebody make her shut up about it)
Just bust it down
You ain’t even gotta set the watch, yeah
Ha, yeah, we got a getaway driver (Skrr, skrr, skrr, can we settle down, please)
Ha, yeah, it wasn’t no beat on his vitals (Brr, blick)
Yeah, 21, woah, 21 (Will you quit kicking me under the table)
I got a drum on the rifle (21, I’m trying, will somebody make her shut up about it)
My money tall like Eiffel (21)
You ain’t no stepper, you let him hype you
** bag, give his ** a diapers (**, can we settle down, please)
Thirty-five hundred got him gone (Yeah)
He got shanked by a lifer (21)
Put your ** up ‘fore I snipe her
You know she a eater, why you wife her (Will you quit kicking me under the table)
I put a switch on my Glock
Fight with my **, take it out on the opps (I’m trying, will somebody make her shut up about it)
Send me the drop, spin a ** block
Hit him in his top, (**, **)
Everybody know what I claim (Can we settle down, please)
Last ** dissed me, got slime
These **s talk too much, Charlamagne
Million dollar watch but the ** still plain (On God, will you quit kicking me under the table)
We roll ’em up in a spliffy (21)
Got wet and they hit with the blicky (21, I’m trying, will somebody make her shut up about it)
Wish I could say who I’m smokin’ but nevermind, he got two sticky (Shh, can we settle down, please)
My ** still feelin’ jiffy (On God)
She ain’t my **, she a quickie (On God)
I was gon’ pull up on her but I went, got a room ’cause she start actin’ iffy (21)
(Will you quit kicking me under the table)
Sing, yeah, roll a opp, ooh (I’m trying, will somebody make her shut up about it)
Yeah, uh, drop the top, back up, huh, yeah (Can we settle down, please)
We ridin’, now we on they block, frrt, yeah, ah
Yeah, automatic Glock, yeah (Will you quit kicking me under the table)
We finna burn a hotbox, yeah (I’m trying, will somebody make her shut up about it)
Just bust it down
You ain’t even gotta set the watch, yeah
Ha, yeah, we got a getaway driver (Skrr, skrr, skrr, can we settle down, please)
Ha, yeah, it wasn’t no beat on his vitals (Brr, blick)
Will you quit kicking me under the table
I’m trying, will somebody make her shut up about it
Can we settle down, please
Will you quit kicking me