文本歌词

Written by：Rakim Mayers/Eddie Montilla/Tivon Key/Richard Morales, Jr./Darold Ferguson/Jonathan Williams/Imogen Heap/Peter Chill/Allan Sigsworth
Producer：V Don/Lord Flacko
Do just what I tell you
Don't come in any closer
And no one will get hurt
Cause I don't know how long I can hold my heart in two
A rebel I be one day on that track with Gunplay
Outcast my whole life so I decide to spit like André
Beef is on my entree gin and juice that's Bombay
Driving fast the wrong way I swear life is like a one way
P**sy on a Sunday business on a Monday
My new crib came with feng shui and my closet is like a runway
Come be my fiancee she f**k me in a Hyundai
My rooftop got a lounge just sit around and watch her sunbathe
Dinner date for one K shopping date for two K
Bougie a** b**ch made me wait to f**k for two days
Finally got it today swear to God my mood changed
Top off like toupees drop off touche
Yeah my mouth is full of gold and I'm a city boy
And my outfit was in Vogue I'm a pretty boy
Bounce boy Flacko tell 'em holla at a n**ga G
Riding on my enemies this my ghetto symphony
Don't come in any closer
Don't come in any closer
Don't come in any closer
Don't come in any closer
Whipping Whitney my mama as a witness
B**ches lickin' and locking up my swishas
Once she blow my whistle she know it's dismissal
Spread the news I'm official now hop out my foreign vessel
Before I get aggressive forget it war ready
Already tested tears and blood invested
Till my cardiac's arrested and my 40 ounce is empty
Show me what you owe me and a porterhouse with that
Black magic on the tires only I
Rolling down a lonely mile phony smile
Warrants police on me now still tourin'
And my chain it may slow me down cheer for
Pain in its purest form
Don't complain I came to reign from here forward still noid
So crib got clear doors
Burning planes in my Air Force and all I can see is clear ports
Don't come in any closer
Don't come in any closer
Don't come in any closer
Don't come in any closer
Since Rocky spit like André I'm gon' kill 'em like Big Boi
These rappers is on my entrée eat 'em like cookies Chips Ahoy
Mm enjoy when I get annoyed know a couple n**gas that'll kill for joy
Either Gunplay runway trip avoid body get found by a lil' fishin' boy
Arnold Schwarzen**ga toss a n**ga
Like c*****e mixed with a roid
Slow punch make a n**ga chin collide
That's for talking how fast you could grip a nine
D**n look how the hollow tip hit his spine
Little motherf**kers that commit the crime
These n**gas got the sidewalk sipping wine
Guess that's why the ground sip the wine
Pouring liq so I soak in lift and shine
Tip tipped and toe I miss the sky
My soul gets cold when my n**gas died
So and so n**gas live and die
Beneath shoe soles you will reside
Rappers get a mil for these freakin' lies
Sign a couple deals for these freakin' lies
How many times in your eyes has a n**ga died
Never
Spittin' it like a Beretta nobody do it better n**ga