Yeah, skrrt (M-M-M-Murda)
Pull up (woo, woo), jumpin' out the court (court, jump)
Cotton candy (drink), my cup tastes like the fair (cotton)
Straight up there (where?)
We didn't take the stairs (where?)
Faced my fears (fears), gave my mama tears (mama)
Shiftin' gears (shift), on the Nawf, get serious (serious)
Face all your fears, then get at me
Hit so many donuts on them backstreets
Sit so high in the nosebleeds (yeah)
Feel like I can fly, yeah
Xans, Perky, check (yeah), Bill Belichick
Take the air out the ball, just so I can flex
Take the air out the mall, walkin' with the sacks
Take the air out your broad (hey), now she can't go back
Xans, Perky, check (yeah), Bill Belichick
Take the air out the ball (yeah), just so I can flex
Take the air out the mall (hey, walk in with the sacks)
Take the air out your broad (woo, woo, woo, E)
Offset
The coupe came imported (hey)
This season's Off-White come in snorted (white)
Green Lamborghini a tortoise (Lambo)
No human being, I'm immortal (no)
Patek and A.P. full of water (Patek)
My pinky on margarine, butter (margarine)
And my ears got McDonald's nuggets (ayy)
Soon, as I land on the Lear (whew)
Piguets, they wet, tears ('guets)
488, hit the gears (488)
I'm boujee, so, bitch, don't get near (boujee
Criss Angel, make shit disappear (voila
Hit the gas, it got flames out the rears (skrrt)
It's a race to the bag, get the mills (hey)
Ride the shit like a BM
No bitch wanna be my ex (no
I love, when he go on tour
'Cause he cums more, when I see him less
I get upset off
I turn Offset on
I told him the other day
Man, we should sell that porn
Yeah, Cardi B, I'm back, bitches
I don't wanna hear I'm actin' different
Same lips that be talkin' 'bout me
Is the same lips that be ass kissin'
These hoes ain't, what they say they are
And their bitches stank, they're catfishin
Same hoes, that was sendin' shots
They reachin' out like their back itchin'
You heard she gon' do what from who?
That's not a reliable source, no
So tell me, have you seen her?
Let me wrap my weave up
I'm the trap Selena
Dame más gasolina (skrrt)
Pull up (woo, woo), jumpin' out the court
Uh, yo, watch your man, then you should watch your mouth
Bitches is pressed, administer mouth to mout
You see them stats, you know what I am about
I am the champ, I'm Iron Mike in a bout
Attention, I'ma need you to face front
You don't want smoke with me, this is a laced blunt
Rap's Jackie Chan, we ain't pullin' them fake stunts
My crown won't fit on your bum ass lace fronts (uh)
You motha****ers catchin' a fad
Shout out my bitch Lil Boosie
All of your friends'll be dead
You can get hit with that Uzi
I call him Ricky, he say he love me like Lucy
Get you a straw bitch, you know this pussy is juicy
This Givenchy is custom made
Now you can't get it at Saks though
I don't work in no office
I ain't tryna be violent
But if Nicki on it, it slaps, ho
Get you lined for that paper like a loose leaf
When that strap blow
I'm with a couple bad bitches that'll rip the party
If Quavo the QB, I'm Nick Lombardi
I can actually afford to get a pink Bugatti
"Yo Nick, didn't you just do a hit with Gotti?"
That too, but my bitches send hits like Gotti
It's a wrap, like the things on the head of a Saudi
Bitch, you my son, go and sit on the potty (rrrr)
Brand new Chanels (Chanels)
I stepped on runnin' from 12 (12)
Ain't make no commitment with none of you bitches
'Cause money is treatin' me well (uh uh)
If Nicki should show me her titty
Right hand on the Bible, I swear I won't tell (swear)
If I get to play with that kitty
I wonder how many platinums we gon' sell (albums)
Now I cannot feel the wheel (woah)
My chest bad, give me chills
And the left hand on Richard Mille (ice)
Not the watch, but the price on the ice
If you don't know what that is (huh)
Abort the mission, that's a kill (pew, pew, brrr)
Pull up (woo, woo), jumpin' out the court (court, jump)
Cotton candy (drink), my cup tastes like the fair (cotton)
Straight up there (where?)
We didn't take the stairs (where?)
Faced my fears (fears), gave my mama tears (mama)
Shiftin' gears (shift), on the Nawf, get serious
Girl, yeah, yeah, I wish my grandma could see me (grandma)
Take away pain, ain't easy (pain)
That's why I fire up a bleezy (fire)
Bitches not cappin' this season
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:01.770]Yeah, skrrt (M-M-M-Murda)
[00:18.020]Pull up (woo, woo), jumpin' out the court (court, jump)
[00:21.740]Cotton candy (drink), my cup tastes like the fair (cotton)
[00:24.920]Straight up there (where?)
[00:26.180]We didn't take the stairs (where?)
[00:27.970]Faced my fears (fears), gave my mama tears (mama)
[00:31.550]Shiftin' gears (shift), on the Nawf, get serious (serious)
[00:35.240]Face all your fears, then get at me
[00:38.920]Hit so many donuts on them backstreets
[00:42.760]Sit so high in the nosebleeds (yeah)
[00:46.190]Feel like I can fly, yeah
[00:48.580]Xans, Perky, check (yeah), Bill Belichick
[00:51.900]Take the air out the ball, just so I can flex
[00:55.210]Take the air out the mall, walkin' with the sacks
[00:58.730]Take the air out your broad (hey), now she can't go back
[01:02.790]Xans, Perky, check (yeah), Bill Belichick
[01:05.720]Take the air out the ball (yeah), just so I can flex
[01:09.360]Take the air out the mall (hey, walk in with the sacks)
[01:12.870]Take the air out your broad (woo, woo, woo, E)
[01:17.130]Offset
[01:17.790]The coupe came imported (hey)
[01:19.080]This season's Off-White come in snorted (white)
[01:20.730]Green Lamborghini a tortoise (Lambo)
[01:22.450]No human being, I'm immortal (no)
[01:24.110]Patek and A.P. full of water (Patek)
[01:27.380]My pinky on margarine, butter (margarine)
[01:29.450]And my ears got McDonald's nuggets (ayy)
[01:31.170]Soon, as I land on the Lear (whew)
[01:32.850]Piguets, they wet, tears ('guets)
[01:34.720]488, hit the gears (488)
[01:38.050]I'm boujee, so, bitch, don't get near (boujee
[01:39.770]Criss Angel, make shit disappear (voila
[01:41.530]Hit the gas, it got flames out the rears (skrrt)
[01:42.810]It's a race to the bag, get the mills (hey)
[01:44.430]Ride the shit like a BM
[01:46.090]No bitch wanna be my ex (no
[01:48.000]I love, when he go on tour
[01:49.460]'Cause he cums more, when I see him less
[01:51.240]I get upset off
[01:52.640]I turn Offset on
[01:54.350]I told him the other day
[01:55.880]Man, we should sell that porn
[01:57.820]Yeah, Cardi B, I'm back, bitches
[01:59.990]I don't wanna hear I'm actin' different
[02:01.660]Same lips that be talkin' 'bout me
[02:03.370]Is the same lips that be ass kissin'
[02:05.080]These hoes ain't, what they say they are
[02:06.890]And their bitches stank, they're catfishin
[02:08.620]Same hoes, that was sendin' shots
[02:10.380]They reachin' out like their back itchin'
[02:15.360]You heard she gon' do what from who?
[02:17.410]That's not a reliable source, no
[02:18.870]So tell me, have you seen her?
[02:20.900]Let me wrap my weave up
[02:22.570]I'm the trap Selena
[02:24.300]Dame más gasolina (skrrt)
[02:36.910]Pull up (woo, woo), jumpin' out the court
[02:39.440]Uh, yo, watch your man, then you should watch your mouth
[02:43.440]Bitches is pressed, administer mouth to mout
[02:46.890]You see them stats, you know what I am about
[02:50.450]I am the champ, I'm Iron Mike in a bout
[02:53.850]Attention, I'ma need you to face front
[02:57.440]You don't want smoke with me, this is a laced blunt
[03:00.890]Rap's Jackie Chan, we ain't pullin' them fake stunts
[03:04.220]My crown won't fit on your bum ass lace fronts (uh)
[03:08.260]You motha****ers catchin' a fad
[03:09.770]Shout out my bitch Lil Boosie
[03:11.500]All of your friends'll be dead
[03:13.230]You can get hit with that Uzi
[03:15.410]I call him Ricky, he say he love me like Lucy
[03:18.750]Get you a straw bitch, you know this pussy is juicy
[03:21.870]This Givenchy is custom made
[03:23.560]Now you can't get it at Saks though
[03:25.230]I don't work in no office
[03:28.650]I ain't tryna be violent
[03:30.390]But if Nicki on it, it slaps, ho
[03:32.240]Get you lined for that paper like a loose leaf
[03:34.800]When that strap blow
[03:35.780]I'm with a couple bad bitches that'll rip the party
[03:37.540]If Quavo the QB, I'm Nick Lombardi
[03:41.020]I can actually afford to get a pink Bugatti
[03:42.760]"Yo Nick, didn't you just do a hit with Gotti?"
[03:44.560]That too, but my bitches send hits like Gotti
[03:46.240]It's a wrap, like the things on the head of a Saudi
[03:47.990]Bitch, you my son, go and sit on the potty (rrrr)
[03:50.220]Brand new Chanels (Chanels)
[03:51.540]I stepped on runnin' from 12 (12)
[03:53.180]Ain't make no commitment with none of you bitches
[03:54.960]'Cause money is treatin' me well (uh uh)
[03:56.730]If Nicki should show me her titty
[03:57.930]Right hand on the Bible, I swear I won't tell (swear)
[04:00.090]If I get to play with that kitty
[04:01.420]I wonder how many platinums we gon' sell (albums)
[04:05.510]Now I cannot feel the wheel (woah)
[04:07.100]My chest bad, give me chills
[04:08.680]And the left hand on Richard Mille (ice)
[04:10.550]Not the watch, but the price on the ice
[04:12.320]If you don't know what that is (huh)
[04:15.450]Abort the mission, that's a kill (pew, pew, brrr)
[04:28.350]Pull up (woo, woo), jumpin' out the court (court, jump)
[04:31.800]Cotton candy (drink), my cup tastes like the fair (cotton)
[04:34.900]Straight up there (where?)
[04:36.610]We didn't take the stairs (where?)
[04:38.300]Faced my fears (fears), gave my mama tears (mama)
[04:41.960]Shiftin' gears (shift), on the Nawf, get serious
[04:45.530]Girl, yeah, yeah, I wish my grandma could see me (grandma)
[04:50.860]Take away pain, ain't easy (pain)
[04:54.650]That's why I fire up a bleezy (fire)
[04:56.350]Bitches not cappin' this season
Yeah, skrrt (M-M-M-Murda)
Pull up (woo, woo), jumpin' out the court (court, jump)
Cotton candy (drink), my cup tastes like the fair (cotton)
Straight up there (where?)
We didn't take the stairs (where?)
Faced my fears (fears), gave my mama tears (mama)
Shiftin' gears (shift), on the Nawf, get serious (serious)
Face all your fears, then get at me
Hit so many donuts on them backstreets
Sit so high in the nosebleeds (yeah)
Feel like I can fly, yeah
Xans, Perky, check (yeah), Bill Belichick
Take the air out the ball, just so I can flex
Take the air out the mall, walkin' with the sacks
Take the air out your broad (hey), now she can't go back
Xans, Perky, check (yeah), Bill Belichick
Take the air out the ball (yeah), just so I can flex
Take the air out the mall (hey, walk in with the sacks)
Take the air out your broad (woo, woo, woo, E)
Offset
The coupe came imported (hey)
This season's Off-White come in snorted (white)
Green Lamborghini a tortoise (Lambo)
No human being, I'm immortal (no)
Patek and A.P. full of water (Patek)
My pinky on margarine, butter (margarine)
And my ears got McDonald's nuggets (ayy)
Soon, as I land on the Lear (whew)
Piguets, they wet, tears ('guets)
488, hit the gears (488)
I'm boujee, so, bitch, don't get near (boujee
Criss Angel, make shit disappear (voila
Hit the gas, it got flames out the rears (skrrt)
It's a race to the bag, get the mills (hey)
Ride the shit like a BM
No bitch wanna be my ex (no
I love, when he go on tour
'Cause he cums more, when I see him less
I get upset off
I turn Offset on
I told him the other day
Man, we should sell that porn
Yeah, Cardi B, I'm back, bitches
I don't wanna hear I'm actin' different
Same lips that be talkin' 'bout me
Is the same lips that be ass kissin'
These hoes ain't, what they say they are
And their bitches stank, they're catfishin
Same hoes, that was sendin' shots
They reachin' out like their back itchin'
You heard she gon' do what from who?
That's not a reliable source, no
So tell me, have you seen her?
Let me wrap my weave up
I'm the trap Selena
Dame más gasolina (skrrt)
Pull up (woo, woo), jumpin' out the court
Uh, yo, watch your man, then you should watch your mouth
Bitches is pressed, administer mouth to mout
You see them stats, you know what I am about
I am the champ, I'm Iron Mike in a bout
Attention, I'ma need you to face front
You don't want smoke with me, this is a laced blunt
Rap's Jackie Chan, we ain't pullin' them fake stunts
My crown won't fit on your bum ass lace fronts (uh)
You motha****ers catchin' a fad
Shout out my bitch Lil Boosie
All of your friends'll be dead
You can get hit with that Uzi
I call him Ricky, he say he love me like Lucy
Get you a straw bitch, you know this pussy is juicy
This Givenchy is custom made
Now you can't get it at Saks though
I don't work in no office
I ain't tryna be violent
But if Nicki on it, it slaps, ho
Get you lined for that paper like a loose leaf
When that strap blow
I'm with a couple bad bitches that'll rip the party
If Quavo the QB, I'm Nick Lombardi
I can actually afford to get a pink Bugatti
"Yo Nick, didn't you just do a hit with Gotti?"
That too, but my bitches send hits like Gotti
It's a wrap, like the things on the head of a Saudi
Bitch, you my son, go and sit on the potty (rrrr)
Brand new Chanels (Chanels)
I stepped on runnin' from 12 (12)
Ain't make no commitment with none of you bitches
'Cause money is treatin' me well (uh uh)
If Nicki should show me her titty
Right hand on the Bible, I swear I won't tell (swear)
If I get to play with that kitty
I wonder how many platinums we gon' sell (albums)
Now I cannot feel the wheel (woah)
My chest bad, give me chills
And the left hand on Richard Mille (ice)
Not the watch, but the price on the ice
If you don't know what that is (huh)
Abort the mission, that's a kill (pew, pew, brrr)
Pull up (woo, woo), jumpin' out the court (court, jump)
Cotton candy (drink), my cup tastes like the fair (cotton)
Straight up there (where?)
We didn't take the stairs (where?)
Faced my fears (fears), gave my mama tears (mama)
Shiftin' gears (shift), on the Nawf, get serious
Girl, yeah, yeah, I wish my grandma could see me (grandma)
Take away pain, ain't easy (pain)
That's why I fire up a bleezy (fire)
Bitches not cappin' this season
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:01.770]Yeah, skrrt (M-M-M-Murda)
[00:18.020]Pull up (woo, woo), jumpin' out the court (court, jump)
[00:21.740]Cotton candy (drink), my cup tastes like the fair (cotton)
[00:24.920]Straight up there (where?)
[00:26.180]We didn't take the stairs (where?)
[00:27.970]Faced my fears (fears), gave my mama tears (mama)
[00:31.550]Shiftin' gears (shift), on the Nawf, get serious (serious)
[00:35.240]Face all your fears, then get at me
[00:38.920]Hit so many donuts on them backstreets
[00:42.760]Sit so high in the nosebleeds (yeah)
[00:46.190]Feel like I can fly, yeah
[00:48.580]Xans, Perky, check (yeah), Bill Belichick
[00:51.900]Take the air out the ball, just so I can flex
[00:55.210]Take the air out the mall, walkin' with the sacks
[00:58.730]Take the air out your broad (hey), now she can't go back
[01:02.790]Xans, Perky, check (yeah), Bill Belichick
[01:05.720]Take the air out the ball (yeah), just so I can flex
[01:09.360]Take the air out the mall (hey, walk in with the sacks)
[01:12.870]Take the air out your broad (woo, woo, woo, E)
[01:17.130]Offset
[01:17.790]The coupe came imported (hey)
[01:19.080]This season's Off-White come in snorted (white)
[01:20.730]Green Lamborghini a tortoise (Lambo)
[01:22.450]No human being, I'm immortal (no)
[01:24.110]Patek and A.P. full of water (Patek)
[01:27.380]My pinky on margarine, butter (margarine)
[01:29.450]And my ears got McDonald's nuggets (ayy)
[01:31.170]Soon, as I land on the Lear (whew)
[01:32.850]Piguets, they wet, tears ('guets)
[01:34.720]488, hit the gears (488)
[01:38.050]I'm boujee, so, bitch, don't get near (boujee
[01:39.770]Criss Angel, make shit disappear (voila
[01:41.530]Hit the gas, it got flames out the rears (skrrt)
[01:42.810]It's a race to the bag, get the mills (hey)
[01:44.430]Ride the shit like a BM
[01:46.090]No bitch wanna be my ex (no
[01:48.000]I love, when he go on tour
[01:49.460]'Cause he cums more, when I see him less
[01:51.240]I get upset off
[01:52.640]I turn Offset on
[01:54.350]I told him the other day
[01:55.880]Man, we should sell that porn
[01:57.820]Yeah, Cardi B, I'm back, bitches
[01:59.990]I don't wanna hear I'm actin' different
[02:01.660]Same lips that be talkin' 'bout me
[02:03.370]Is the same lips that be ass kissin'
[02:05.080]These hoes ain't, what they say they are
[02:06.890]And their bitches stank, they're catfishin
[02:08.620]Same hoes, that was sendin' shots
[02:10.380]They reachin' out like their back itchin'
[02:15.360]You heard she gon' do what from who?
[02:17.410]That's not a reliable source, no
[02:18.870]So tell me, have you seen her?
[02:20.900]Let me wrap my weave up
[02:22.570]I'm the trap Selena
[02:24.300]Dame más gasolina (skrrt)
[02:36.910]Pull up (woo, woo), jumpin' out the court
[02:39.440]Uh, yo, watch your man, then you should watch your mouth
[02:43.440]Bitches is pressed, administer mouth to mout
[02:46.890]You see them stats, you know what I am about
[02:50.450]I am the champ, I'm Iron Mike in a bout
[02:53.850]Attention, I'ma need you to face front
[02:57.440]You don't want smoke with me, this is a laced blunt
[03:00.890]Rap's Jackie Chan, we ain't pullin' them fake stunts
[03:04.220]My crown won't fit on your bum ass lace fronts (uh)
[03:08.260]You motha****ers catchin' a fad
[03:09.770]Shout out my bitch Lil Boosie
[03:11.500]All of your friends'll be dead
[03:13.230]You can get hit with that Uzi
[03:15.410]I call him Ricky, he say he love me like Lucy
[03:18.750]Get you a straw bitch, you know this pussy is juicy
[03:21.870]This Givenchy is custom made
[03:23.560]Now you can't get it at Saks though
[03:25.230]I don't work in no office
[03:28.650]I ain't tryna be violent
[03:30.390]But if Nicki on it, it slaps, ho
[03:32.240]Get you lined for that paper like a loose leaf
[03:34.800]When that strap blow
[03:35.780]I'm with a couple bad bitches that'll rip the party
[03:37.540]If Quavo the QB, I'm Nick Lombardi
[03:41.020]I can actually afford to get a pink Bugatti
[03:42.760]"Yo Nick, didn't you just do a hit with Gotti?"
[03:44.560]That too, but my bitches send hits like Gotti
[03:46.240]It's a wrap, like the things on the head of a Saudi
[03:47.990]Bitch, you my son, go and sit on the potty (rrrr)
[03:50.220]Brand new Chanels (Chanels)
[03:51.540]I stepped on runnin' from 12 (12)
[03:53.180]Ain't make no commitment with none of you bitches
[03:54.960]'Cause money is treatin' me well (uh uh)
[03:56.730]If Nicki should show me her titty
[03:57.930]Right hand on the Bible, I swear I won't tell (swear)
[04:00.090]If I get to play with that kitty
[04:01.420]I wonder how many platinums we gon' sell (albums)
[04:05.510]Now I cannot feel the wheel (woah)
[04:07.100]My chest bad, give me chills
[04:08.680]And the left hand on Richard Mille (ice)
[04:10.550]Not the watch, but the price on the ice
[04:12.320]If you don't know what that is (huh)
[04:15.450]Abort the mission, that's a kill (pew, pew, brrr)
[04:28.350]Pull up (woo, woo), jumpin' out the court (court, jump)
[04:31.800]Cotton candy (drink), my cup tastes like the fair (cotton)
[04:34.900]Straight up there (where?)
[04:36.610]We didn't take the stairs (where?)
[04:38.300]Faced my fears (fears), gave my mama tears (mama)
[04:41.960]Shiftin' gears (shift), on the Nawf, get serious
[04:45.530]Girl, yeah, yeah, I wish my grandma could see me (grandma)
[04:50.860]Take away pain, ain't easy (pain)
[04:54.650]That's why I fire up a bleezy (fire)
[04:56.350]Bitches not cappin' this season
Bawling she
Said that she would never leave
Continued to torture me
Telling me to come with her
Underneath my comforter
And she brought a gun with her...
Murda!
Yo, this is actually, I swear, like,
This is really my favorite song
PnB
M-M-M-Murda!
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Shawty got swag, she rocking Fendi,
It's...
Doctor, doctor, need you back home, baby
Doctor, doctor, where you at?
Give me something
I need your love
I need your love
I need your loving
You got ...
DJ Durel, what it do nigga?
Yeah, what it do?
Oh Jess, what it do?
M-M-M-Murda
Yeah
Huh, what it do? what it do? what it do? what it do?
What it do? w...
Who the **** these niggas is
Who the **** is these b*****s
Tell them that we can't kick it
Ho inside they jeans, I'm too real
I'ma get a nigga wet b...
It's ****ing Tr3yWay!
King of New York, lookin' for the Queen
Uh, you got the right one
L-let these-l-let these b-b-b*****s know, b***h
Queens, Brookl...