作曲 : Caleb Sheppard/Jerry Antoine/Ethan Daniel Rodd

作词 : Caleb Sheppard/Jerry Antoine/Ethan Daniel Rodd

GNAR:

White b*tch got the booty, yeah, Jude

I f*cked your ho 'cause I got gold on my tooth

I took her soul and she let me beat the coupe

I got the stick so my n*ggas finna shoot (Boom)

If we don't know you then we sayin', "Who is you?" (Who is you?)

Rock star, n*gga, I might eat shrooms (Rock out, rock out)

Guap swole, man, my pockets is obtuse

All these carats up in my chain look like some soup (B*tch, look at this ice)

All these carats up in my chain look like some soup (Beep, beep)

I f*cked your ho 'cause I got gold on my tooth

I took her soul and she let me beat the coupe

I got the stick so my n*ggas finna shoot (Boom)

If we don't know you then we sayin', "Who is you?"

Rock star, n*gga, I might eat shrooms

Guap swole, man, my pockets is obtuse

All these carats up in my chain look like some soup

All these carats up in my chain look like some soup

F*ckin' the b*tch with no rubber

She tell me she love me but I cannot cuff

Beating her sh*t in the back of the Maybach

Wipe off my d*ck on the curtains

Down bad, used to rob a mic

Down bad, used to rob a b*tch

I was so down bad, f*cked up, I was on my d*ck

Load my toolie up, I'm finna rob a n*gga, yeah

Load my toolie up, I'm finna rob a n*gga, yeah

I put some ice in my timer, I used to sleep with a killer

I'll Chanel my b*tch

Hop in the kitty, I beat out the box

I was so broke, couldn't piss in a pot

Now if I stand up on my racks I'm thirty feet

Drippin' new Alyx, I'm smoking outta bowl

Xanny in her ass then I make her touch her toes

Woah, woah, woah, smoking gas out the bowl

White b*tch got the booty, yeah, Jude

I f*cked your ho 'cause I got gold on my tooth

I took her soul and she let me beat the coupe

I got the stick so my n*ggas finna shoot (Boom)

If we don't know you then we sayin', "Who is you?" (Who is you?)

Rock star, n*gga, I might eat shrooms (Rock out, rock out)

Guap swole, man, my pockets is obtuse

All these carats up in my chain look like some soup (B*tch, look at this ice)

All these carats up in my chain look like some soup (Beep, beep)

I f*cked your ho 'cause I got gold on my tooth

I took her soul and she let me beat the coupe

I got the stick so my n*ggas finna shoot (Boom)

If we don't know you then we sayin', "Who is you?"

Rock star, n*gga, I might eat shrooms

Guap swole, man, my pockets is obtuse

All these carats up in my chain look like some soup

All these carats up in my chain look like some soup

Germ:

I bet she want a bunch of bands

I been spazzin', I don't really need no friends

All this money, all these diamonds, sh*t don't end

Running up, step back, kill 'em with this big FN (Fah-fah)

My shooters on go on solo but might lose the roof (Huh?)

Oh, that's your lady? She's a swoop, she on the news (B*tch)

B*tch, I'm gassing, feel like Gleech with all this boof (Huh?)

B*tch, I'm piped up, b*tch, I feel just like the truth

Got my pipe out, spin the block, them things go boom

Knock that n*gga out designer shoes

We don't ride unless a n*gga with the juice

We some steppers, b*tch, we move just like some troops

We some steppers, b*tch, we move just like some troops