Hasty
作词 : James TenNapel/Roger Ramos
作曲 : James TenNapel/Roger Ramos
I remember days at my grandma's house
Sleeping on the couch, whole fam on the ground
Dirty lil' ***** in the back talk down
But her friend sent a pic with her ass all out
Got em' all mad. Get a bag! You broke!
I been off that. It's sad, you know?
Seen you on the gram. Stand back. ***** pose!
I'm about to shoot a mag. Click, clack. You Vogue!
Said you don't need a scrub. That's why you a stank hoe!
I don't do the club. Rather pull up to the bank hoe
You won't get a crumb from me. Pockets on that Panko
Shawty want the love. Feeling up like it's the tank low
Lame hoe. Better lay low
Looking like a peso. Keeping it a bank note
Better take notes. I been all about a bank roll
Check the pay roll. I'm an a-hole, but I ain't broke!
Lately I been like **** you pay me
Hate me all you want. *****, go crazy
Ladies all on my **** too hasty
Save me! All of them want my baby
Daily mother ****ers talk fugazi
Shady. Talk shit? *****, 180
Face me! Nothing you say gon' phase me
Wake me when somebody don't betray me
Long time coming and I'm better than I ever been
And I got my team on my back like a letter man
They ain't wanna let him in. Left me in the rain with the mic
Something like I was a weatherman
Running up the paper like the pacer
Torn ripped Chuck Taylors to fits tailored
Treat a ***** like a drink sir. Never chase her
**** the game. I could knock it up the way I'm putting in labor
Now, run it back one time
I was down bad, but it runs in the blood line
Shoot it out back. Think it's done, but it ducked by
I would shout Dad, but nobody once come by
Never been a tough guy
Never sold work. Boy I did it. Yeah I bust mine
But got hella friends moving tree like a mudslide
Bussing mother ****ers like a table when it's lunch time
So without rap, you would see me in the front lines
I'm that mother ****er used to being in the background
No one understood me, now they feel me like a pat down
Once was a rookie but got a bag now
Hip-hop champ! Need the belt like a bad child
No time for *****es who wanna act out
Or these mother ****ers befriending me for a hand out!
What I need is when I look into that crowd
To see you head bob like a ***** when I glance down
I know you mad! I know you still want me back!
I know you keeping them tabs on all of my raps
That shit is pathetic in fact
That shit is embarrassing
Talk to yo therapist
You and yo mama can suck a fat hairy ****!
Where was the parenting?
Choke on yo arrogance
Me and yo money? There ain't no comparison
HastyLRC歌词
[00:00.00] 作词 : James TenNapel/Roger Ramos
[00:00.00] 作曲 : James TenNapel/Roger Ramos
[00:00.00] I remember days at my grandma's house
[00:14.79]Sleeping on the couch, whole fam on the ground
[00:16.53]Dirty lil' ***** in the back talk down
[00:17.97]But her friend sent a pic with her ass all out
[00:19.86]Got em' all mad. Get a bag! You broke!
[00:21.48]I been off that. It's sad, you know?
[00:23.04]Seen you on the gram. Stand back. ***** pose!
[00:24.66]I'm about to shoot a mag. Click, clack. You Vogue!
[00:26.25]Said you don't need a scrub. That's why you a stank hoe!
[00:28.20]I don't do the club. Rather pull up to the bank hoe
[00:29.82]You won't get a crumb from me. Pockets on that Panko
[00:31.41]Shawty want the love. Feeling up like it's the tank low
[00:33.24]Lame hoe. Better lay low
[00:34.32]Looking like a peso. Keeping it a bank note
[00:36.00]Better take notes. I been all about a bank roll
[00:37.62]Check the pay roll. I'm an a-hole, but I ain't broke!
[00:39.66]Lately I been like **** you pay me
[00:41.34]Hate me all you want. *****, go crazy
[00:43.02]Ladies all on my **** too hasty
[00:44.61]Save me! All of them want my baby
[00:46.26]Daily mother ****ers talk fugazi
[00:47.91]Shady. Talk shit? *****, 180
[00:49.56]Face me! Nothing you say gon' phase me
[00:51.24]Wake me when somebody don't betray me
[00:52.89]Long time coming and I'm better than I ever been
[00:54.66]And I got my team on my back like a letter man
[00:56.28]They ain't wanna let him in. Left me in the rain with the mic
[00:58.11]Something like I was a weatherman
[00:59.19]Running up the paper like the pacer
[01:00.57]Torn ripped Chuck Taylors to fits tailored
[01:02.25]Treat a ***** like a drink sir. Never chase her
[01:03.93]**** the game. I could knock it up the way I'm putting in labor
[01:06.03]Now, run it back one time
[01:07.05]I was down bad, but it runs in the blood line
[01:08.67]Shoot it out back. Think it's done, but it ducked by
[01:10.32]I would shout Dad, but nobody once come by
[01:11.97]Never been a tough guy
[01:12.81]Never sold work. Boy I did it. Yeah I bust mine
[01:14.46]But got hella friends moving tree like a mudslide
[01:16.14]Bussing mother ****ers like a table when it's lunch time
[01:17.79]So without rap, you would see me in the front lines
[01:19.50]I'm that mother ****er used to being in the background
[01:21.15]No one understood me, now they feel me like a pat down
[01:22.89]Once was a rookie but got a bag now
[01:24.42]Hip-hop champ! Need the belt like a bad child
[01:26.25]No time for *****es who wanna act out
[01:27.75]Or these mother ****ers befriending me for a hand out!
[01:29.52]What I need is when I look into that crowd
[01:30.93]To see you head bob like a ***** when I glance down
[01:33.87]I know you mad! I know you still want me back!
[01:35.97]I know you keeping them tabs on all of my raps
[01:37.95]That shit is pathetic in fact
[01:39.18]That shit is embarrassing
[01:40.14]Talk to yo therapist
[01:40.98]You and yo mama can suck a fat hairy ****!
[01:42.66]Where was the parenting?
[01:43.44]Choke on yo arrogance
[01:44.31]Me and yo money? There ain't no comparison
