文本歌词

作曲: Dijon Mcfarlane/Nicholas Balding/Keanu Torres/Jacques Webster II/Quintin Gulledge/Stefano Bauer
Away, away, away, away...
Away, away, away, away...
(Mustard on the beat, ho)
Ayy, ayy, ayy
5 a.m. in the parkin' lot
Four black trucks takin' parkin' spots
She reached in my pants to see I'm soft or not
I'm hard as a mother****er, Scott La Rock
I gave her good ****, the type her heart'll stop
Them ass shots on her make an artist drop
Nigga, damn
Nigga, damn (Ayy, ayy, yeah)
Nigga, damn
12 a.m. at the crib goin' ham
Rollin' green, countin' bacon, Sam, I am him
Windmillin' through the crowd, fan by fan
Remember how we used to do it hand by hand then?
Five niggas, one gram, we split it twenty, damn
Not your average citizens, we're movin' like some immigrants
All these damn Xans, it be hard to remember when
Out at Lake Olympia, Jason used to whip the Benz
Drop me off at Meadow Creek, I took the boat to River Bend
I said it ain't no comin' back, no way I thought I'd lose a twin
Goin' up another M
Blowin' up will never end
Slowin' up, oh, never then
Goin' dumb will never end
Pourin' up will never end
Tore it up and go again
Used to be just me and twin
Now it's her and all her friends, yeah
Yeah, ayy, ayy，
5 a.m. in the parkin' lot
Four black trucks takin' parkin' spots
She reached in my pants to see I'm soft or not
I'm hard as a mother****er, Scott La Rock
I gave her good ****, the type her heart'll stop
Them ass shots on her make an artist drop
Nigga, damn (Lit)
Nigga, damn (Ayy, ayy, yeah)
Nigga, damn
Keisha got a G5 body
Tisha know how to ride that stick like a 'Rari
Tina walk around with a back like a Hummer
Dropped out of school to get the bag and go dumber
Was in med school, now the meds make the number
Outside, bold and beautiful for the summer，
She don't wait on men, but wait a min' for the summer (Wait)
Sittin' in the 7, goin' on my tenth summer
Owe it to my fans how we doin' these numbers
Way I lay the pipe, might quit the job and be a plumber
Whip the land a lot, but we treat it like a Tundra
Tour 'round my city, let me show ya
Got the basement lookin' like the forest
She seen the whips, now she tryna park some
Ayy, ayy, ayy
5 a.m. in the parkin' lot
Four black trucks takin' parkin' spots
She reached in my pants to see I'm soft or not
I'm hard as a mother****er, Scott La Rock
I gave her good ****, the type her heart'll stop
Them ass shots on her make an artist drop
Nigga, damn
Nigga, damn (Ayy, ayy)
Nigga, damn
Away, away, away, away...
Away, away, away, away...