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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mook Boy
Mook Boy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mook Boy
Mook Boy
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Santana Banga
Santana Banga
Producer

Lyrics

I used steal bikes and snatch purses when I was downtown Breaking in houses and snatching fucking flatscreens Got on my knees and asked god help me turn this around I'm blowing purple, used to only see me smoking brown I pull that .40 out to make you run out of town We don't play dice games, we lay shit down We dont lose talk game, we lay shit down Ain't never lost a poker game, I lay shit down My poker face so serious, make you fold up Get in this rental car with me and you might throw up Nigga this molly so fire, got me charged up Bitch jump in this Benz she gon' fuck some Off the dribble jump in, she gon' suck some Pussy front me a brick and I'ma buck some I told Juvy slow down, she said, "Uh-uh" Four .12s in this bitch going pah-pah Nigga we pull up, jump out like we on some Root fresh out of prison going dumb-dumb I ain't got no understandin', I ain't having that If you a pussy nigga gon' and push your hair back Before I twist your top back like a soda cap Straight dope, I put baking soda in my raps If you a real nigga come and get a verse from me If you a raw bitch you might get a purse from me I told Juvy slow down, she said, "Uh-uh" I told Juvy slow down, she said, "Uh-uh" Four .12s in this bitch going pah-pah Nigga we pull up, jump out like we on some I told Juvy slow down, she said, "Uh-uh" I told Juvy slow down, she said, "Uh-uh" Four .12s in this bitch going pah-pah Nigga we pull up, jump out like we on some I told Juvy slow down, she said, "Uh-uh" I told Juvy slow down, she said, "Uh-uh, uh-uh..." I had to cut them old hoe, got that too hot Too many police ass niggas at my door spot Was so young, went too school in my rental car Big knots, I just bought lunch for everybody I had my shit cut fresh with designs in it Fingertube in my sock, big dimes in it .22 in my pocket, I'll shoot someting A half of pill in the water, I'll boot something I got that plug on the jewelry and I went stupid Every bitch with a wooda wanna fuck Mook Blowing fruity in my first hotel suite Since that molly hit the city we ain't never sleep Them crackers kickin' this trap, it's the track beat Young nigga jump the fence like an athlete I never left my main bitch 'cause she too sweet Money machine talking back to a nigga, beep I told Juvy slow down, she said, "Uh-uh" I told Juvy slow down, she said, "Uh-uh" Four .12s in this bitch going pah-pah Nigga we pull up, jump out like we on some I told Juvy slow down, she said, "Uh-uh" I told Juvy slow down, she said, "Uh-uh" Four .12s in this bitch going pah-pah Nigga we pull up, jump out like we on some I told Juvy slow down, she said, "Uh-uh" I told Juvy slow down, she said, "Uh-uh, uh-uh..."
Writer(s): Demetris Hardy Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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