Top Songs By Berner
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Berner
Vocals
Mozzy
Vocals
Logic
Vocals
YG
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Raheem DeVaughn
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Traxx FDR
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
It’s about four in the morning
Got a trunk full of bags, yeah
We just riding ’round dirty, tryna’ get the bag
You already know what time it is
YG, what up?
Big Bern, Mozzy, talk to ’em
Yeah
[Verse 2]
Twenty pack in the trunk of the low
Getting stripped tryna fuck with them hoes
On the corner, selling nothin' but dope
Love life, we were struggling though
Sentimental, when it counted a fold
You ain’t ever gave me nothing to hold
Freight trailer, finna fuck up the road
Quarter milli, you ain’t done it before
Big Cuban link, hugging it though
Bernie **** been a hunnid for sure
Every debit card a hunnid or more
Made a hunnid k in-front of the stove
Count up the money and gold
Another play, feel like 30 or somethin'
Chain worth like a birdie or somethin'
Cali ****, where they murder for nothing, yeah
They still on the turf with them youngins
We pull up swerving a bucket
They think it be hot as Kentucky
If she bout some hoe and then run it
That **** hate for nothin'
I came up from nothin, remember them days?
Hey kill all that rappin, I’m not with the fuckery
You can get hit with this K
Crack open that pack
This that shit you can only get from the Bay
Y-Car, twenty bricks in L.A
How you bang but ain’t been to L.A.?
Stitch livin, I’mma keep it that way
I ain’t phrase with a yuke in my face
Yellow tapes, should’ve seen how they did it
Forty shells, really eat up your face
[Verse 3]
Run up the play
But no we don’t play
Make ’em say, “Uh”
Make ’em say, “Aye'”
**** know I’m on-call
Give the homie a K “My K”
Told ’em make ’em say, “Uh”
Told ’em make em say, “Aye”
**** love to hate
Rolls Royce two-tone, black and grey
Make ’em say, “Uh”
Make ’em say, “Aye”
When you elevate
They gone start to separate
Make ’em say, “Uh”
Make ’em say, “Aye”
[Verse 4]
They love me still
The money come and fuck a hunnid mill'
I wanna build and playing with my chicken shit, I wanna kill
Fresh frozen work
We let the honey spill
Baby know the drill, she say she hate the way the rubber feel
I’m underground
The sound of the crowd, it give me chills
And really real
I used to rob and steal before the vacuum seal
Twenty grand inside the candle, yeah, export
I’m shaking K9, all through the airport
Flood Atlanta, hit London with a Box
With my O.T knot, I’m just glad he didn’t toss her
We move different
Mozzy with me got the tool with 'em
Hot shells, blood spilling out your new denim
I’m supposed to be low-key, with all these jewels dripping
My crew maney huh, we got a few stools missing
I’m on a mission it keep pulling me back
Yeah, I’m married to the game
And fell in love with the trap
[Verse 5]
Run up the play
But no we don’t play
Make ’em say, “Uh”
Make ’em say, “Aye'”
**** know I’m on-call
Give the homie a K “My K”
Told ’em make ’em say, “Uh”
Told ’em make em say, “Aye”
**** love to hate
Rolls Royce two-tone, black and grey
Make ’em say, “Uh”
Make ’em say, “Aye”
When you elevate
They gone start to separate
Make ’em say, “Uh” “Yeah, yeah”
Make ’em say, “Aye” “Yeah”
[Verse 6]
Bobby Boy chilling, whipping that exotic
I got her sipping on that tonic, we smoking that chronic
They know I’m iconic, it’s kind of ironic
I’m running this, gunning this
We having fun in this bitch
Living my life, mother fucker that I’m rich
Now they know the name, but just Logic
I keep it G, cause I’m a good person
Giving my everything, up in these verses
Smoking that Goldilocks, when it disperses
Stoney Bob feeling it, Berner be killing it
We feeling crazy, we feeling brazy, we feeling breezy
Run up in it, get up in it and make it look easy
I’m gonna drop a shoe bigger than the Yeezy
Feeling my own shoes
Ain’t nothing that I won’t do
[Verse 7]
Italian leather
Run up the play
But no we don’t play
Make ’em say, “Uh”
Make ’em say, “Aye'”
**** know I’m on-call
Give the homie a K “My K”
Told ’em make ’em say, “Uh”
Told ’em make em say, “Aye”
**** love to hate
Rolls Royce two-tone, black and grey
Make ’em say, “Uh”
Make ’em say, “Aye”
When you elevate
They gone start to separate
Make ’em say, “Uh”
Make ’em say, “Aye”
Written by: Gilbert Anthony Milam Jr., Timothy Patterson