[00:00.000] 作词 : Bakari Ward/John Luther/Trina'e Williams/Danny Lee Snodgrass, Jr./Nathan Scott Lamarche
[00:00.148] 作曲 : Bakari Ward/John Luther/Trina'e Williams/Danny Lee Snodgrass, Jr./Nathan Scott Lamarche
[00:00.297]We were already checkin' out though
[00:03.542]Why you saying you calling the police? Why you mad?
[00:05.293]Why you saying you calling the police? Why you mad?
[00:08.289]Chill aight, chill aight?
[00:10.054]Uh, like **** 12, I ain't givin' no names
[00:12.794]He in that cell, ****in' with the dope game
[00:15.804]Choppa' Adele, love the way that pole sing
[00:18.543]They gave him shells, he got hit from close range
[00:21.305]Heavy clientele, love it when that phone ring
[00:24.288]**** what he yell, he ain't put in no pai
[00:27.044]All by myself, hop out when the door swing
[00:29.791]Bro give him hell, he just like to torch aim, uh
[00:33.054]Tell me who you rockin' with so we can hit their block and spin it
[00:35.547]Hang with the opposites, then he gon' hear that choppa' spittin'
[00:38.289]Crash 'bout that guap, I'm wit' it
[00:39.787]Splash at his top and split it
[00:41.056]Max love to hop out, hittin'
[00:42.557]Masked up with all my villains
[00:43.806]Nobody loved me back when I ain't have a bowl to piss in
[00:46.806]Couldn't get no ride before I got up on this road to riches
[00:49.296]Stuck by my lonely with this nine, don't need no co-defendant
[00:52.291]Ain't no support, got on my grind, nobody loaned a penny
[00:55.299]Uh, like **** 12, I ain't givin' no names
[00:57.541]He in that cell, ****in' with the dope game
[01:00.789]Choppa' Adele, love the way that pole sing
[01:03.552]They gave him shells, he got hit from close range
[01:06.307]Heavy clientele, love it when that phone ring
[01:09.060]**** what he yell, he ain't playin', no pai
[01:12.295]All by myself, hop out when the door swing
[01:14.539]Bro give him hell, he just like to torch aim, uh
[01:17.799]I been on that paper trail, never was a school guy
[01:20.295]Grindin' 'til my pockets double-stuffed just like a Moon Pie
[01:23.037]Hop out with that glizzy, turnin' blocks, you went just you and I
[01:26.044]I've been screamin' “4TS,” bitch, still rock with my Coolidge guys
[01:28.543]We could get it, do or die, your's or mine, set it up
[01:31.549]We got all the switches and ‘em forty-fives, hella guns
[01:34.293]I won't drop a diss, I tell them shooters slide, wet 'em up
[01:37.040]My Brodie got hits, you know them savages ain't lettin' up
[01:40.052]Uh, like **** 12, I ain't givin' no names
[01:43.042]He in that cell, ****in' with the dope game
[01:45.791]Choppa' Adele, love the way that pole sing
[01:48.384]They gave him shells, he got hit from close range
[01:51.384]Heavy clientele, love it when that phone ring
[01:54.131]**** what he yell, he ain't playin', no pai
[01:57.121]All by myself, hop out when the door swing
[01:59.870]Bro give him hell, he just like to torch aim, uh
[02:02.627]Like **** 12, I ain't givin' no name
[02:05.642]Choppa' Adele, love the way that pole sing

作词 : Bakari Ward/John Luther/Trina'e Williams/Danny Lee Snodgrass, Jr./Nathan Scott Lamarche
作曲 : Bakari Ward/John Luther/Trina'e Williams/Danny Lee Snodgrass, Jr./Nathan Scott Lamarche
We were already checkin' out though
Why you saying you calling the police? Why you mad?
Why you saying you calling the police? Why you mad?
Chill aight, chill aight?
Uh, like **** 12, I ain't givin' no names
He in that cell, ****in' with the dope game
Choppa' Adele, love the way that pole sing
They gave him shells, he got hit from close range
Heavy clientele, love it when that phone ring
**** what he yell, he ain't put in no pai
All by myself, hop out when the door swing
Bro give him hell, he just like to torch aim, uh
Tell me who you rockin' with so we can hit their block and spin it
Hang with the opposites, then he gon' hear that choppa' spittin'
Crash 'bout that guap, I'm wit' it
Splash at his top and split it
Max love to hop out, hittin'
Masked up with all my villains
Nobody loved me back when I ain't have a bowl to piss in
Couldn't get no ride before I got up on this road to riches
Stuck by my lonely with this nine, don't need no co-defendant
Ain't no support, got on my grind, nobody loaned a penny
Uh, like **** 12, I ain't givin' no names
He in that cell, ****in' with the dope game
Choppa' Adele, love the way that pole sing
They gave him shells, he got hit from close range
Heavy clientele, love it when that phone ring
**** what he yell, he ain't playin', no pai
All by myself, hop out when the door swing
Bro give him hell, he just like to torch aim, uh
I been on that paper trail, never was a school guy
Grindin' 'til my pockets double-stuffed just like a Moon Pie
Hop out with that glizzy, turnin' blocks, you went just you and I
I've been screamin' “4TS,” bitch, still rock with my Coolidge guys
We could get it, do or die, your's or mine, set it up
We got all the switches and ‘em forty-fives, hella guns
I won't drop a diss, I tell them shooters slide, wet 'em up
My Brodie got hits, you know them savages ain't lettin' up
Uh, like **** 12, I ain't givin' no names
He in that cell, ****in' with the dope game
Choppa' Adele, love the way that pole sing
They gave him shells, he got hit from close range
Heavy clientele, love it when that phone ring
**** what he yell, he ain't playin', no pai
All by myself, hop out when the door swing
Bro give him hell, he just like to torch aim, uh
Like **** 12, I ain't givin' no name
Choppa' Adele, love the way that pole sing