作词 : Dicaprio/Justin Bryant/John Welch
 作曲 : Dicaprio/Justin Bryant/John Welch
Fam, take me to where the bars is at
Take me to the street where the bars is at
J.I.D, DJ Drama, let's get it
Ok, I'm mounted up (Huh)
High off the ground, watch me count it up
Cop me a pound, burn it down with us (Uh)
Let's hit the town, is you down or nah?
Look at me now, I done found me some
Treasure inside the trash
Sever my hands reaching through the metal and glass
It's been a blast, feel the magic in the madness
Give me your hands
Give me passion, anything that could equal some satisfaction
Looking for love at the end of this Hen bottle
Looking for pub', let me pen your next album
Call from above, tell me J.I.D you been allowed to point it
Remerged, kicking lyrics in the South, no issue
Wipe that drizzle of your mouth, it's time to wake up the house
Y'all *****s been playing Skins vs. Blouses
I'mma keep my shirt on until some hoes come out
Always keep your word, homie, I don't know nothing else
I'm your father, go get a switch or a belt
Interrupting my method, in here making this velvet
Grab my **** and do a thrust with my pelvis
My shoes suede, but don't **** with no Elvis
I'm from the era of real ****, kill-or-be-killed ****
Kill-or-be real quick, float like butterfly
Sting like killer bee, flow worth kilograms
You *****s killin’ me thinkin’ you ill as me
What's **** to an enema, enemy?
Anyone, get at me, I'm the epitome
****, hey, I'm mounted up (Huh)
High off the ground, watch me count it up (Look)
Cop me a pound, burn it down with us (Uh)
Let's hit the town, is you down or nah? (Yeah)
Look at me now I done found me a
Method to all the madness
Checkin' my back, checkin' my hands
Checkin' the cash, and checkin' and balancin'
Hard work, callouses
Gripping the challenge by the cabbage
And I'm blackin' 'till it's no longer a factor
Murder the-murder the game, kill it
Metaphysical living, deranged vision
Not a typical picture, the same limit
But I'm limited edition, I change prisms
Am I trippin', a ***** be trippin'
I'm feelin' like most of you *****s be slippin'
Giving you tips and a ***** just went with it flippant
Not sayin' you stupid, but hella reminiscent
'Nother them stupid *****s, what they do to *****s
Kill or shoot a ***** (Die!)
Then recruit a *****, boot or suit a *****
Send em to the other side
Is you gon' buckle up for the ride?
*****s is ******' tough till its buckin' time
Bet they **********, better buckle down
Cause I'm coming up *****, hella mounted
Know my name cross hella counties
(Hey J.I.D, hey) What's up shawty?
Been around the world, ooh yeah
Let me tell you 'bout it
Keep your **** cool, melancholy
Keep your tool, ****, met a baller
Get some money, *****s jealous
So him and his fellas come deliver hella bodies
Post robberies, another dead ***** no problem
You happy 'cause we doin' your job
I'm pulling everybody's hole card
I never play with le boy toys
I was busy inside of laboratories
Lookin' out the window like a labrador
To the bull**** I'm a matador
In the pulpit like God's son, not a daddy's boy
Cornered boar, carnivore, ready for any war
Send 'em forward, fifty more, plenty more
Gimme more, see me Lord
After me, no before he became
See me boy, see these boys all need CPR
To be remorse
For these meteors, it's just me recording
Hahaha
Dicaprio 2 (Gangster gangster)
Suckers