How To Build A Relationship

作曲 : Harley Streten/Barrington Hendricks

作词 : Harley Streten/Barrington Hendricks

Jungle juice music

Uh, new whips, new whips, uh

New whip with the top, woah

Hold up, not even

New whip with the top dropped (Uh)

Suplex a nigga like ascension, the cop dropped (Uh)

I ain't got no million dollar deals, I still make hits

These niggas got million dollar deals and just take shit

I'm not with it, scope wide, I got good vision

I'm seein' through these fake niggas like Bran, you niggas too timid

A little loose-lippin', I'm in the booth sippin'

Cyanide to the head, bitch, I be big sinnin'

**** is you talkin' 'bout? I'm into givin' coffins out

I caught him at the coffee house and made him walk it out

I'm not cool, I'm not nice, I'm not you (Nah)

There's no friends, no feels, this kid's stupid (No)

Fresh smile, gold tooth

Heat to your skull, catch me in a cold mood

Not cool, I'm not nice, I'm not you

There's no friends, no feels, this kid's stupid

Fresh smile, gold tooth, huh

Heat to your skull, catch me in a cold mood

I could never show you niggas all this dirt I'm doin'

Sticks to your face like "Hacksaw" Jim Duggan

First nigga put you on the ropes, had you lookin' like a ghost

'Cause you in my heart but you not movin', nigga

Look, **** is you, uh

**** is you vloggin' 'bout? These niggas actin' stalker now

I follow you, you follow me, we ridin' in circles now

Look, it's a crime mob family, guns at the Gawker house

These arms extended, I'm not givin' daps out

Pounds, pounds, pounds

Empty out the safe, put the money on the ground

Bitch, I love it

Heartthrob Peggy, I'm above it

I ain't got no ****in' tickets, I ain't got no ****in' money

I ain't got no ****in' digits

Can't call me at no office, can't call me at no crib

You can call me but Peggy-taker 'cause I can't let these niggas-

Aw, ****!

Yeah, nigga (Uh)

You know how the **** we comin' with it (Uh)

You are now tuned into the mother****in' infamous

JPEG-mother****in'-MAFIA

A.K.A. Buttermilk Jesus

A.K.A. DJ Half-Court Violation

A.K.A. Lil World Cup

And my nigga Flume, we in the streets, nigga, ahh

Uh (Catch me in a cold mood)

Don't, don't, don't call me unless I gave you my number

(Hahahahaha)

That's, that's, that's how relationships built

(Hahahahaha)