Kredity
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Adam S seymour
Songwriter
Texty
(Enrgy made this one)
Been done killed one of you **** fuckin' with the Clean Up Man
Put an opp in critical condition
Then pop him up some more when he leave the 'spital
Bitch told me to come fuck, but her house filthy
I'll kill everything in sight, I don't leave a witness
I'll jump off a cliff before I let the opps kill me
Ridin' with dirty, it'll leave a **** block filthy
**** think he gettin' off doing gas fillies
Doggy ain't wanna pay my hundred, so I dropped fifty
Punched your mans in his shit, he tried to box with me
When it's time to slide, I got mop with me
Really, if it ain't 'bout pape', you can't talk with me
Shoot a rap **** in his neck, make him talk different
I got some shit that'll shut down the stadium
Don't think too hard, these bullets gon' hit your cranium
Rap **** made his bed, now he gotta lay in it
Have my youngins snatch your chain and make you pay for it
I just fucked a beggin'-ass bitch and ain't pay for shit
'Bows in the room smell stronger than some baby shit
Just caught an opp at Popeyes drive-thru and I sprayed the whip
You got killed over a sandwich, I know you sick
Told your bitch when she suck, use a lot of spit
Or I'ma call your Lyft
Bro said the sauce ain't free, you gotta pay for this
Thirty bands, fifty bands, real doggy shit
If we get flicked today, baby, can you handle it?
I'm 'bout to put you to the test, let's take a trip, bitch
Fat freaky ****, back shots with the leg up
Your bitch paid for everything, I know she fed up
My **** started fuckin' with the purp' and put the red up
Draw the K, look like I pick my leg up
They gave Jig all that time, it fucked my head up
Should call your ass more, you like fuckin' bread up
Bitch, I don't wanna fuck, just give that head up
My **** was sittin' on the work, I made him stand up
I know real Runtz, boy, put them regs up
Me and my **** in a baggie, they can't stand us
Written by: Adam S seymour