Music Video

Featured In

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
SpotemGottem
SpotemGottem
Vocals
Pooh Shiesty
Pooh Shiesty
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nehemiah Harden
Nehemiah Harden
Lyrics
Elisner Joseph
Elisner Joseph
Composer
Lontrell Williams
Lontrell Williams
Lyrics
Ijah Jiru Cheatham-Stoute
Ijah Jiru Cheatham-Stoute
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DAMN E
DAMN E
Producer

Lyrics

Leggo (Damn E, this shit exclusive) Stretch gang Face shots at the face, don't trip on yo' lace Mafia Bur-Bur-Burn away a carbon beam, knocked yo' legs off Tried to get away from me, had a stand off Hit 'em in the spine, knock his dreads off My woadie just caught a body, I nicknamed him Randy Moss Thuggin' in my Reebok's, riding with a G-SHOCK Shh- I heard he shot, Draco make a beat box OG made that sharp turn, woadie spot 'em, peeled the car Had a mask on, Draco make 'em beat box In Miami with my motherfuckin' heat out With another nigga bitch, said she got her feet out I walked in the party, I'm on my big goon shit Ready to get it started, bitch, I got no sensе Oh, he the plug, ridin' 'round with four bricks Call me Kobе, 24 on me Can't fuck wit' her no more, that lil' bitch, she do the most I get my groove on every time I see them folks I got the antidote, I'm thinking that's something you need to know I'm smooth and I'm cold, she know my wrist on froze Skinny jeans on with a big bankroll She playin' my song, I got her takin' off her thong I'm tryna get it on, she feeling all over my Peter bone Two rights don't make a wrong, it just go on and on I'm kickin' shit like Jackie Chan 'til they got my kicks on I aim, I hit my target, I'ma up this bitch regardless Bur-Bur-Burn away a carbon beam, knocked yo' legs off Tried to get away from me, had a stand off Hit 'em in the spine, knock his dreads off My woadie just caught a body, I nicknamed him Randy Moss Thuggin' in my Reebok's, riding with a G-SHOCK Shh- I heard he shot, Draco make a beat box OG made that sharp turn, woadie spot 'em, peeled the car Had a mask on, Draco make 'em beat box (brr) I'm strapped up wit' this jug, one in the head, already de-cocked (it's de-cocked) I pop out when the beef hot, won't see me creepin' on your block (nope, nope) I work the back seat, we went three deep and got ten people shot (blrrrd, blrrrd) I hit the auto-switch and made it twerk and while he dumped the Glock (blrrrd, blrrrd) Got the drop on all his spot, he gettin' robbed if he go or not I know the taste and love Wock', he pourin' up in exotic pop That booster hitter tried to pull a move and that shit got him dropped Blrrrd, blrrrd-blrrrd, you pussies know what's up Turn a nigga to a pack, we break 'em down and roll 'em up Ain't shit changed but the whip, now it's a Rolls truck when I'm pulling up And I still ain't check the time up on my Cartier, just hold it up (blrrrd) Don't come around acting gangster, we call your bluff (blrrrd-blrrrd) Put trust in these firearms, know we dangerous If you catch me speed up, bitch, give it up or I'ma buss We shoot your shit up on the E-Way, get out the same lane as us Blrrrd, blrrrd-blrrrd (same lane as us), Big Blrrrd Bur-Bur-Burn away a carbon beam, knocked yo' legs off Tried to get away from me, had a stand off Hit 'em in the spine, knock his dreads off My woadie just caught a body, I nicknamed him Randy Moss Thuggin' in my Reebok's, riding with a G-SHOCK Shh- I heard he shot, Draco make a beat box OG made that sharp turn, woadie spot 'em, peeled the car Had a mask on, Draco make 'em beat box
Writer(s): Elisner Joseph, Ijah Jiru Cheatham Stoute, Lontrell Williams, Nehemiah Harden Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out