Текст песни
And for the record, setting shit straight
Album of the year, that's a mixtape
Young nigga boomin' since the sixth grade
Wrapped around my finger like the shit sprained
Big ring on me like the big day
Walking out the flame like I'm Nick Cage
Too hot to handle
I got it, high favor
Come 'round and ride the vibrations
You love it, don't lie
When we came 'round, eyes stay low, baby
Pull up on 'em, stuntin'
Make 'em love you, beg forgiveness
Drop a bomb, no taking cover
Oh, I'm going in, so damn raw
It's like I hate the rubber
Who the best? They change the subject
Wonder why they hate to love you, damn
Got the game sewed
We won't never fold like the bankroll
It's me and you for life, we speak the same code
Let another day go
For the record, setting shit straight
Album of the year, that's a mixtape
Young nigga boomin' since the sixth grade
Wrapped around my finger like the shit sprained
Big ring on me like the big day
Walking out the flame like I'm Nick Cage
Too hot to handle
Too hot to handle
That ain't feel