Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rot Ken
Rot Ken
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bishop Grinnage
Bishop Grinnage
Composer
Danny Lee Snodgrass, Jr.
Danny Lee Snodgrass, Jr.
Composer
Joshua I. Parker
Joshua I. Parker
Composer
Tahj Morgan
Tahj Morgan
Composer
Tobias Fagerstroem
Tobias Fagerstroem
Composer
Tyrese McGriff
Tyrese McGriff
Composer
Kenneth Maurice La’Troy Williams
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
jetsonmade
jetsonmade
Producer
Beezo
Beezo
Producer
Humblebeee
Humblebeee
Producer
OG Parker
OG Parker
Producer
Taz Taylor
Taz Taylor
Producer
Liltyh
Liltyh
Producer
Terrance Armond Wilson
Terrance Armond Wilson
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

(Beezo need cash only, you dig?) (OG Parker) (Oh Lord, jetson made another one) Know your boy got no mind (yeah) That wide body too wide I'm focused when I drive I think 'bout it all the time 'Cause if me and the opps collide That 45 by my side The hoe ain't got no feelings, she tryna slime me out She posing like she got some money, bitch, I know you broke (broke) Lost brothers so ain't nothin' funny, I can't sugar coat Put switches on a couple glocks just like a disk remote I know lil' baby, she a thot, she tryna fuck the bro (bro) Got a fish rod for lil' broski, tryna reel 'em in I got a plan b for lil shawty, she can't keep the kid (no) I got a yerky for my brother, he love poppin' 10 You hate a hoe, might beat a hoe, but you can't hate the pimp (pimp) You cuffed the hoe, I fucked the hoe, fuck the relationship (yeah) I whipped the bowl up on the stove, didn't need no other mix (other mix) You worried 'bout me, I'm gettin' some money you on some hatin' shit You pose with gun like you really spinnin', lil' nigga, we'll take it That check came in and it right on time I send that boy a check and tell him go, you dying I buyin' and selling it higher Uh, bitch fine So fine, she from across the water, she all mine Girl, that pussy all ready to go (yeah-yeah) I'm on top of this shit like a boat (yeah-yeah) I was robbin' and kicking in doors (yeah-yeah) Told lil' bro I'm switching my flow Got a switch on the glock like remote If your love isn't real, let me go I ain't buyin' her shit anymore She don't deserve to be lit anymore Put my momma on the top of the hill 'Cause I won in that city for real On probation, I can't keep my steel I don't want to be murdered or killed 100 rounds on the bottom of that gun I'm sending shots at the whip 100 rounds on the back of that drum When I shoot at somebody I spill When I shoot at somebody, got sent to the Lord but I know that God forgive And I got some brothers who sittin' behind bars, I know that they want to appeal And I got some pain inside of my body, can't drop no tears And I've seen junkies make 20, get herpes still Know your boy got no mind (yeah) That wide body too wide I'm focused when I drive I think 'bout it all the time 'Cause if me and the opps collide That 45 by my side The hoe ain't got no feelings She tryna slime me out She posing like she got some money, bitch, I know you broke (broke) Lost brothers so ain't nothin' funny, I can't sugar coat Put switches on a couple glocks just like a disk remote I know lil' baby, she a thot, she tryna fuck the bro I know lil' baby, she a thot, she tryna fuck the bro You posin' like you got some money, bitch I know you broke
Writer(s): Joshua Parker, Tahj Morgan, Bishop Leonard Grinnage, Tobias Fagerstroem, Terrance Armond Wilson, Tyrese Mcgriff, Kenneth Maurice La'troy Williams, Danny Lee Snodgrass Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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