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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Edward Moore III
Edward Moore III
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kamani Johnson
Kamani Johnson
Producer

Texty

Huh
Huh
Yeah
Huh
Yeah
I'm the big boss
A villain
Stacking up guap from the floor to the ceiling
**** so fake & they moving like mannequins
Coming for ya neck, chopping off ya head again
Bitch, I'm going up & I'm bringing up the Bredren
Watch how you talking, you see how I'm stepping
Fuck **** talking, I'll send him to heaven
Load up the chopper we got that boy scrambling
Now that boy running & now that boy panicking, uh
Stomp em out, put 'em on camera, yeah, uh
I just feel like I'm the man of the year
Stomp **** out, I ain't having no fears
I'm bringing my blade out, I'm swinging my fist
When it come to this rap, ****, I'm the best
**** can't compete, can't contest
Walk in the building with a S on my chest
Pretty ass ****, but the flow so dirty
Fresh ass ****, stay flyer than a birdy
Like a New York ****, yeah, I'm hella fucking sturdy
But I'm a flint town **** going up in a hurry
**** stealing swag like pirates, get scurvy
Underground **** but ya girl probably heard of me
So I took his shawty 'cause she hella curvy
Real ass ****, so, she never curving me
**** wanna talk, I'll stomp em on the curb & shit
While I'm building these bridges, I'll dig you a ditch
Fuck **** talking, but wearing no vest
Machete going through yo fucking chest
**** claim he a dog, but know I'm the vet
Man, that shit get me mad, man, that shit get me, ughh
In the function
On that fuck shit
My brothers all around & shawty's on the floor, yeah
In the function
On that fuck shit
Don't you come around my clique 'cause we gone blow shit
In the function
On that fuck shit
My brothers all around & shawty's on the floor, yeah
In the function
On that fuck shit
Don't you come around my clique 'cause we gone blow shit
Written by: Edward Moore III
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