Loki’s Theme 作词 : Manny Galvez/Julian Munro/Dwayne Carter/Ernesto Shaw 作曲 : Manny Galvez/Julian Munro/Dwayne Carter/Ernesto Shaw B-walk, on this sidewak, I'ma leap, jump I don't know what the **** he thought I put on in his head like a deep— What up though, it's Tunechi New Orleans nigga turn gumbo to sushi Money real tall like Mutombo, you puny You already know I'ma big dog, you snoopy Don't you salute me, codeine pollute me, I'm droopy Smoke it, then bomb me, like you nuke me, it's spooky Y'all niggas flukey, y'all niggas always broke like a hoopty Hold up, sound off, one, two, snatch the crown off of you I make house calls, I'ma come through and kick the door like kung fu Hold up, pop a bottle, Don Perry Like Colorado I'm Prime married Don't talk that shit, no commentary Just shake that, shh, like a library Flow so clean, got me tip-toeing Dick so big, I almost tripped over it I came on her belly, that's star jelly Bi-bitch gimme brain like a smart aleck Hollup, right, left, right, left, you toothless Break his nose, right hand, feel the mucus Pussy nigga, stop playin', stop douchin' Blood chillin' in the cut, no sutures Uh, B-walk, one punch slept a nigga, made him sleepwalk She up-and-down this dick like see-saw I'm still runnin' this shit like the green hawk Hollup, err, my jewelery walk You know I check a nigga like result Yo' bitch try to beat my meat, that's meat assault You know blood gang so gang, they think we [?] (Blood) On blood, I said on blood (On blood) Nigga trippin' 'til he see his own blood I pistol whip 'em, now he sippin' on blood No pen or pencil, but he finna draw blood I said on blood, blood bath, you can get your own tub I'm on my grizzley 'cause I got my own cubs Big B's and I got my own buzz On blood, I said on blood This nigga trippin' 'til he see his own blood I pistol whip 'em, now he sippin' on blood No pen or pencil, but he finna draw blood I said on blood, blood bath, you can get your own tub I'm on my grizzley 'cause I got my own tub Big B's and I got my own buzz, and I got it out the mud B-walk, on this sidewalk, I'ma leave, chalk I don't know what the **** he thought I put on in his head like a deep thought And if he walk, that's cheap talk [?] boolin, that's how we talk In the street talk, gotta speak soft You know niggas get killed by default Tune act a donkey like hee-haw Him a lay a nigga down like pink salt Smokin' that tree 'til the tree fall And I stay armed, like, sleeves off Re-red like spaghetti and meatballs Co-cold blooded, I got the deep frost H-hop on the D and she rejoice I'ma blood, little bitch, I'ma B-boy No, [?], on blood, Tunechi I pistol whip 'em, now he sippin' on blood No pen or pencil, but he finna draw blood Big B's and I got my own buzz, and I got it out the— got it out the mud, mud Mother****er, got it out the mud, mother****er Got it out the mud (On blood) Mother****er, got it out the mud Blood, and I got it out the— got it out the mud Mud, mother****er, got it out the mud, mother****er Got it out the mud