intro
chorus
Get in the convertible AMG, parallel park at the KTV
I have a heart-to-heart with the asshole (heart-to-heart), he treats me like an NPC
Get in the Honda SUV, tonight he bets on Argentina
I have a heart-to-heart with the asshole, he says you have a B-U-G (Lanlao)
verse
Brother, you have a cockscomb (cockscomb), I have a touch of red on my head (got stuff)
So red it glows outward (glows), you're holding a worm in your mouth (snap)
Red like the eastern sun (say more), or rather a dragon from the east (dragon!)
Let heaven sprinkle another handful of rice, gotta get fat to become a delicacy
Lanlao packs these cheap ingredients and sends them to McDonald's (ha)
Standing on a floor full of feed, you gotta have some fairy spirit (flock of chickens)
These people stabbing backs in front and behind huh, I don't look
Because I am kind, the Bagua map can't be split in half, wait a minute (Lanlao)
Free-range local chickens, I turn a blind eye (close eyes)
Love watching the former "asshole" local chickens licking outside (lick)
Owning luxury cars and mansions can't change the sky (so what?)
Days go by again and again
chorus
Get in the convertible AMG, parallel park at the KTV
I have a heart-to-heart with the asshole (heart-to-heart), he treats me like an NPC (ooh)
Get in the Honda SUV, tonight he bets on Argentina
I have a heart-to-heart with the asshole, he says you have a B-U-G (Lanlao)
bridge
(You're all a bunch of fucking assholes
You know why?
You don't have that guts to be what you wanna be
You need people like me)
Only by not resigning to drifting, can I wear gold and silver
Only by not resigning to drifting, can I wear gold and silver
Please don't resign to drifting, so I can wear gold and silver
(You need people like me so you can point your fucking fingers)
Achieve not resigning to drifting, so I can wear gold and silver, friend
(And say, "That's the bad guy")
verse
Bro, where do you hang out? (Uh) What do you do for a living?
What can you bring me? If nothing, step aside
They are not very smart, right? Still don't have a clue in their hearts
What they play is extremely low, their appearance is extremely tacky
Ninety-nine percent of them don't dare to lift their heads when doing things
Every day working like a horse and ox, being a lackey for others, every day
Always missing just a little bit, slightly a bit of a pity
We can't be together in the V-V-VIP among Ps
Those who play dirty seem to have never succeeded
The games on the streets have never stopped
What you said is not important, friend, I've never even heard of it
If you like those with style, then you have to mention me
outro
Only by not daring to drift, can one wear gold and silver
Only by not daring to drift, can one wear gold and silver
Only by not daring to drift, can one wear gold and silver
Only by not daring to drift, can one wear gold and silver, bro