That's What They Told Me
 作词 : Marcellus Rayvon Register/Lucas rocha almeida dos santos
 作曲 : Marcellus Rayvon Register/Lucas rocha almeida dos santos
Shot for the top spot, it's gettin' lonely
Lit up my left wrist, ice on my Rollie
Put on for my dawgs, both of my homies
I'm gettin' hated on, that's what they told me
That's what they told me
That's what they told me, that's what they told me
That's what they told me
That's what they told me, that's what they told me
That's what they told me
Hero to villain and hero again
I got no regrets, I'll do it again
This bitch is a three, it's a four door sedan
You ain't keep it real, heard you told on your man
You hustle, get money and that's what they show
I put my eyes on her and that's what I wanted
This month was a million but I didn't even show it
I got foreigns on foreigns on foreigns on foreigns
I cut the bitch off 'cause she can get boring
Really remind you, you know she was yours
Codeine on tour and I'm still pourin' more
Just press a lil' button, then open the door
My youngin's, they slidin', they hopin' they score
My youngin's, they slidin', they hopin' they out
I'm runnin' up a bag like they runnin' they mouth
I can't complain with a hell of a life
Come **** with me, get whatever you like
Hop on the stage and get blinded by light
That's what she said when she stare at my ice
I pour up the Fanta, wagyu in the rice
Put her in the trenches, I'm burnin' the paint
I'm livin', ****'ll die for this life
Give her to me, you ain't ****in' her right
She feelin' love, I ain't touch her at all
Wire just hit, let's go **** up the mall
**** be snakes, I won't trust 'em at all
Play with my name and I'm crushin' them all
Shot for the top spot, it's gettin' lonely
Lit up my left wrist, ice on my Rollie
Put on for my dawgs, both of my homies
I'm gettin' hated on, that's what they told me
That's what they told me
That's what they told me, that's what they told me
That's what they told me
That's what they told me, that's what they told me
That's what they told me
I knew they was hatin', was bein' naive
Woke up on an island, I thought I was dreamin'
I'm findin' my peace, but I'm not tryna please 'em
I went in Rick Owens and bought the whole season
I'm watchin' for **** ****, watchin' for police
Talk to the FN and it told me to tote it
Now I got a confession, I hate bein' sober
Stand up on the pedal and **** up the motor
Don't step in my lane, I'll **** up your life
Two pills, two hoes, I'm ****in' 'em twice
Just look at the carats, you know I eat right
Your ho like bad bitches, I got no type