KETAMINE (carti &Intro)

作词 : Playboy

作曲 : Playboy

编曲 : Playboy

You niggasdon't love me, your bitch wanna**** me,

My t- shirt on, so Iwon't get ugly,

She****in' with a dime,I'm****in' with a bomb,

They thinkI'm Osama, woah, she thinkI'm offsomethin',

I'm****in' with a badlil' vibe, Molly all over her tongue,

I'm'bout to spot me a opp,I'm'bout to spin their truck, woah,

I said," Momma, I got me a switch, wedon't give a****'bout luck",

Ah, hah,

Ice on my body,I'm the coolest,

Trampoline jump for a cougar,

Jump out the jungle, go hectic,

I'mleavin' that boy on his dulla,

She wanna**** for the moolah,

Pussy- ass niggas get lit up,

That Pelle Pelle hold the Ruger,

I was justlayin' with your girl, huh,

She likebein''round my niggas,

SheT'd up, she notswitchin',

G6 got me in hereglitchin',

Hood- rich as****, justlivin',

This bitchain't got no vision,

I'ma go ahead and give it to her,

I just been feeling myself,

I found Jesus, Christian Dior,

Got a bitch wanna**** on the gang,

Shit, put a stain right on the floor,

Got mefeelin' like Jason Chase,

I'mswitchin' lanes on these whores,

Stop all thattalkin',let's do it,

You on the internet, boy, stop, boy,

I'm in the field with cleats, Sig in my jeans, I kill boys,

Me and my niggas, we Gs, step on bitches, we kick doors,

I stayrunnin' up checks andholdin' the knife,it's a sport,

Sittin' with my blick, I got me a gang, Ican't go to court, uh,

Nigga tried to pop his pain, put two in his brain, blow up the fort.