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BEST OF ME歌词完整版
Part I: Best of Me
Long barrel on that rifle, trust me, it'll reach
I'm gon' keep applyin' that pressure, ain't nobody pressin' me
We walked in together, cut you off 'cause you was a leech
We walked in together, cut your ass off 'cause you a leech
Revolver gon' hold them shells, chamber look like Venice Beach
Every ho I come in contact with wanna be the best of me
N1ggas tryna fxck me over, ain't gon' get the best of me
N1ggas tryna fxck me over, ain't gon' be the best of me
Ain't gon' be the best of me
Ain't gon' be the best of me
Ain't gon' be the best of me, oh
In the trenches with hellraisers
Real bad day for a hater
Rick Owens, got 'em tailored
Gucci, Goyard, get it
Shawty in love with the flavor
B1tch better do me a favor
Call up the girl next door
Young n1gga fxckin' on neighbors
Still ain't touchin' my paper
Hate me now, just love me later
Foreign car slidin' on razers
Suicide doors in the KD
Brown Molly, Hennesy, Perc' 30, Ecstasy
Lower tears off the leash, life gon' be the death of me
Thirty round, hundred round on that heat
Ho, ain't no finessin' me
Ain't no stylist dressin' me
Tell me who be fresh as me
'Rari pullin' up, know with speed
Black Hellcat, that SRT
Get my initials on my seat
Vrooming, got a need for speed
Long barrel on that rifle, trust me, it'll reach
I'm gon' keep applyin' that pressure, ain't nobody pressin' me
We walked in together, cut you off 'cause you was a leech
We walked in together, cut your ass off 'cause you a leech
Revolver gon' hold them shells, chamber look like Venice Beach
Every ho I come in contact with wanna be the best of me
N1ggas tryna fxck me over, ain't gon' get the best of me (The best of me)
N1ggas tryna fxck me over, ain't gon' be the best of me (The best of me)
Ain't gon' be the best of me (The best of me)
Ain't gon' be the best of me (The best of me)
Ain't gon' be the best of me (The best of me), oh
I'm fxckin' with you, don't doubt it
I love you, don't even doubt it
Do whatever to see you smilin'
And I hate to see you poutin'
Collect that guap then count it
Pour red up then I down it
Stuck up, edible brownies
Pretty bad hoes all around me
I'm gon' do just what it takes so you'll never stress again
I'm gon' pull up, break the bank, so you won't have to be with them
I can guess you're like a ten because I wanna see you win
I can't be the red stuff, I'll never fold, never bend
Long barrel on that rifle, trust me, it'll reach
I'm gon' keep applyin' that pressure, ain't nobody pressin' me
We walked in together, cut you off 'cause you was a leech
We walked in together, cut your ass off 'cause you a leech
Revolver gon' hold them shells, chamber look like Venice Beach
Every ho I come in contact with wanna be the best of me
N1ggas tryna fxck me over, ain't gon' get the best of me
N1ggas tryna fxck me over, ain't gon' be the best of me
Ain't gon' be the best of me
Ain't gon' be the best of me
Ain't gon' be the best of me, oh
Part II: Focused
Owned a six-shot revolver before that .32 (Buh, buh)
Black suede Timberland boots and some dirty True's (Yeah, yeah)
All you lyin' sleazy b1tches had it comin' too (Yeah, yeah)
You yellow belly ass boys scared to be in the woods (Nah, for real)
Kickin' down doors, stick 'em up and we loaded (Buh, buh)
Tryna be a bandit buddy, cut it out, we don't shoot (Buh-buh-buh)
Goin' out in a blaze of glory, baby, I'm goin' out soon
Two guns, one shot, we duelin'
You was rollin' with a rat, you stupid
Got a lot to say, except for in person, you don't go on mute
Stomp 'em out, stomp 'em out, then go wipe my boots
Plant some seeds in her soil, I'll expand the roots
Runnin' like routes
Run it, runnin' like routes
Run it up, runnin' like routes
Run it up, runnin' like routes
Mustang, get a yellow Bronson
'Rari horse gon' give me run
Dove birds gon', gon', gon' 'head, flip me some
Cock a .44 Cal with the thumb
.44 Cal, I'ma dump that thunder
Caught him at the light and flipped his Hummer
No, I ain't slidin', my pistols gunnin'
I don't give him money, I don't fund it
Shawty call me cute, I'm gon' run
All of my n1ggas 'bout that money
Crack your egg, Humpty Dumpty
Sawn-off shotty, six-gauge pumpy
AR scope, we chose to focus
Methamphetamine for the focus
I can't let you break my focus
(I can't let him break my focus)
I can't let him break my focus
(I can't let you break my focus)
I can't let you break my focus
(I can't let him break my focus)
I can't let him break my focus
(I can't let him break my focus)
I can't let him break my focus
(Can't let you break my focus)
I won't let him break my focus
(Can't let you break my focus)
I can't let him break my focus
(I can't let him break my focus)
They want bring down my focus
(They can't bring down my focus)
Nah
Can't let you bring my focus
Not my focus
Can't let you bring my focus
Not my focus
Can't let you bring my focus
