Album Name

Revenge Of The Dreamers III

Artist

Lute, J. Cole, Dreamville

Genre

랩/힙합

Release Date

2019.07.05

Release Agency

Universal Music Group

Under The Sun (Feat. DaBaby) - Dreamville, J. Cole, Lute
If
You miss me
And you
Can't find
Me nowhere
I done seen it all oh my God
Uh
I done seen it all oh my God
I swear
Uh uh
Nothing new under the sun
nobody fucking with son
I got a couple of sons
a couple of guns
A couple of niggas that bust up
the party and fuck up the fun
She digging me
and I'm cuffing her friend
She ig'ing you
while we fucking for fun
I got her suckin' her thumb
that's my lil' baby
She call me daddy
like grandmama baby
If this Sunday dinner
my hand on her gravy
I been on the craziest wave
if I'm on the stage
An M is my minimum wage
This ain't no kennel behave
Niggas is with all that barking
we send 'em a stray
So in a way we the dogcatchers
How many bullets
your dawg catchin'
Sawed-off raw dog fashion
Hauled off
hope God catch him damn
I woke up for some money ay
lil' bitch
Too many opps in here
tell me who you with ay
Potato over my gun
I move in silence
'cause niggas be clocking my funds
When they should keep eye
on they bitch 'cause baby girl
coming with son
Niggas be judging my moves
but please tell me
what have you done
My cousin'll air out
the party for fun
Pistol grips get to squeezing
Wish a nigga would
like Liam Neeson
I don't even need a reason
loyalty over treason
Bitch nigga come and see me
Put some respect on my name
West side of my city I claim
I try to stay in my lane
Took my advance
and put a Caprice on them thangs
I'm Beatties Ford
'til the wheels fall
Know some niggas
probably pissed off
Who would thought
I made it this far
Gold Mouf bitch fuck 'em all
I woke up for some money ay
lil' bitch
Too many opps in here
tell me who you with
I just put diamonds
on all of my teeth
Now they probably think
I ain't intelligent
In the homicide unit interrogation
Asking questions
you know I ain't tell 'em shit
Bitches call me a jock
all-American
I'm at the top of my class
with my letterman
I remember back in college
bitches knocking on my dorm door
I ain't never let 'em in
Now you know that that's cap
know I hit a few
Ain't no job I'm selling gas
like I'm Jiffy Lube
I had a freak used to fuck
while her boyfriend in class
I hit her from the back
from like ten to two
No back and forth
with these rappers
They mention me dissin' me
No talkin' back
I won't mention you
Watch when I come put
that iron on your ass and I dip
They gon' want me
to snitch in my interviews
I'm on fire bitch I'm lit
but I'm really cool
Don't acknowledge the shrimps
when they ridicule
They don't come out
after dark bitch
I swim with the sharks
You ain't got enough heart
get a bigger pool
Wanna fight but he bigger
I ain't really trippin'
I reach under my shirt
grab a bigger tool
I got a Glock with a dick
let's get physical
They gon' be hollerin' out
RIP and they missin' you
They got me started
I might as well finish
talk your shit nigga
I'm from Charlotte
you know how these niggas do Baby
I woke up for some money
ay lil' bitch
Too many opps in here
tell me who you with