Kredity
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kendall Deshondre Thornton
Songwriter
Texty
I came up sellin' narcotics and methamphetamines
My clientele rich white kids, I don't sell to fiends
Me and E just drunk so much promethazine
It ain't have no codeine in it, we had to share a bean
My crack head just got a lawsuit, we gotta share this fiend
My white boy on Miller Road, he got a crazy scheme
He got a lick on his brother for like ten P's
Your big homie fell off, he hangin' by a string
I remember back in the day, we used to knock out fiends
Dog said he had some 'bows, boy, that is not your weed
It's crazy how I get more love when I shop OT
Just had a meeting with the plug, he let me shop for free
My auntie smoke crack sometimes, but she not no fiend
Told her she better not call her son when she got some lean
Had my cuz punch me up a card, now it's a knot on me
My lil' **** can spell Glock, but he don't know how to read
He got into a shootout with the pastor 'cause he tried to preach
In the car lookin' up at stars with this chop on me
I got some cards, standin' on the bar with this Glock on me
Thinkin' hard, smokin' a cigar, playin' Monopoly
By myself, I don't give a fuck if a **** rock with me
Glock 34 hold Seroquel, put you right to sleep
My white boy keep comin' for Adderall, he can't get no sleep
Aggravated, I can't find no drank so I can't even eat
Irritated, boy, cut all the beans from my favorite fiend
He said they like Xanax 'cause they do the same thing
Probably finna take a loss for a dollar a piece
Tranquilizer in this dog, it'll put down a beast
In an SRT, finna burn a hole in the street
****, I don't beef, but I'll put a hole in your teeth
Since I started drinkin' lean, I done lost three teeth
Killin' all my insides, I might as well drink bleach
Unc' like the dog, but my auntie come and grab the hard
And I just finessed her ass quick out her Mastercard
Her mouth keep movin', I gave her ass a pacifer
Bro just bought a Russian K that came with rapid fire
Prayed with some brothers, then I told I'm murder for hire
Put a **** head on flat like a leaky tire
Met with this one fiend who always wanna meet at Meijers
Said he gon' shop 'til he die or 'til the day I retire
Shoot a video, then catch a body in the same attire
Buy my BINs in the library, I be playin' with fire
Your main shooter snitchin', he a Christian, he sing in the choir
My shooter don't eat pork, he want beef, he wear a keffiyeh
Leave a pussy **** braindead if I think that he wired
Or put him on a shit-bag, he gon' need a diaper
Right now, I'm takin' job applications, I need three drivers
The doctor fucked the script up on the pills, I made him rewrite it
Sold my fiend some bullshit dope and made him rebuy it
His arm keep swellin' up from tryna shoot, but he keep tryin' it
He thought I was gon' meet him halfway, I told him keep drivin'
I think I gotta find a new drug, my fiends keep dyin'
Written by: Kendall Deshondre Thornton
