文本歌词

Intro - Flume/Stalley
All you niggas days is numbered
I'm speeding past niggas Days of Thunder
Tom Cruise Been bombin' crews since
The pager numbers
Lumber Jack brown tats started jackin
With the gold up under
A d**e boy without selling d**e
Money to color Cuban coke
Cuban chains and gold ropes
Black flags black
Triple gold dating spokes
Triple stacks
Rubber band my stacks is dough
This is old money from '94
Buckets no bench seats when I roll
I roll my windows down and turn the music up
Hit the switch and drop it low
808s and tons of low end
And light another one
This made the smoke end
Don't hop yo a** in if you ain't down roll in
Cause they don't understand the shining light
They can't understand this kind of life
When you sitting clean behind halogen lights
Start throwing hollows out of spite
Trying to take your life
I came from the wrong side of the tracks
Trying to make it right
When they turn white to green
Young niggas turn to fiends at 15
Wiggled out
Shooting AR-15s and Glock nines
Bullet holes in every stop sign
Ignore cop signs if they kill one of us
Then a cop dying
Drop top riding middle finger to the wind
And I keep popping iron to all my niggas win
And every ni**a with me sittin on gold rim
Been wanting that since Maximums with
The gold trim
My dog's been in all gold before the
Dead stop
Jordan 10s on
Turned on to all of that before the age of 10
Fluffy leaves on the green stem getting rolled up
A ni**a come from another city
He get fold up
And girls with they nose up
Acting like they ain't slut
White boys get they nose stuffed
With that pure uncut
Man this world where I'm living at
That's why I rap through
These songs down to my fifty cap
That's why I rap through
These songs down to my fifty cap
To my fifty cap