Echo Long (feat. Meyhem Lauren & Westside Gunn) 歌词

Yeah, yeah Seventeen shots Took off like a 458 Like a 458 Ferrari, nigga Uh, it’s Benny, Daringer, yeah You know what the fuck we on, man Yo, yo, uh I'm from a quiet town, but shit get hostile You know my style, we got straps stockpiled Shit crazy, niggas ran up and shot crowds Got it hot lately, that’s why you see all these cops ‘round These hoes iffy, say they love you, then hurt you a lot They talk bad about a nigga, worse than Fox Dear Mama, I'm a rider, a version of Pac Icy Rollie, can’t tell if the minute hand work on the watch My daughter seen me with a gun, looked at me like I'm crazy I pulled her in the other room and said, “This for our safety” She was scared, it was a AR with 50 in it Knew I was special, was born the same day as Jimi Hendrix He a snake, fuck him, he don’t deserve to be round ya We got money young, then had to learn how to count it Knew a nigga who got knocked with 32 ounces On his way home, that was back in the early 2000s Comfortable, chilling, laying up at the W Playing, but I'm thinking ‘bout staying for a month or two Beef with a rapper, they gon’ ask me what I wanna do I tell em: Catch him, hit the chauffeur, clip the butler too Seventeen shots stuffed into the rim The plug start to like you when you spend what I spend You learn to talk to God when you been where I been Need that yellow bag money, that’s that M and a M, nigga Ayo, I had a nigga cook my motherfucking dinner I had a nigga iron my clothes (Iron my clothes) CO bringing the phones in (Ring!) Stab him in the neck if he owes (Neck if he owes) Henny’d out with the drunken face Thirty thousand in the couch like the sunken place My niggas put Buffalo on I rock black Cartier frames with buffalo horns, shit In this Lexus acting reckless I’ll treat your necklace like a complimentary breakfast I wouldn’t cook with the wine that y’all drink It’s a cold world, Lord, keep a 9 in your mink Uh, switch kicks, switch rides Loyalty forever, I’ma never switch sides (Never) Ain’t no such thing as oil based cut So if a gram turn into sand, I ain’t picking it up Nigga, I'm crispy as fuck, son, I'm gorgeous and great If the going price is ten, just know I got it for eight The streets is my safari I breeze through, my balls smelling like Bulgari Ayo, I had a nigga cook my motherfucking dinner I had a nigga iron my clothes (Iron my clothes) CO bringing the phones in (Ring!) Stab him in the neck if he owes (Neck if he owes)