Kredity
PERFORMING ARTISTS
4Snick
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
4Snick
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
4Snick
Assistant Producer
Texty
Yeah, okay
Yeah, yeah, yeah
You know what I'm sayin'
Had to catch my motherfuckin' flow
Motherfuckin' come in this bitch dreamin
You know what I'm sayin'
Yeah, yeah
I don't get off a motherfuckin' pro
And I be in the back out
And double00, trippin
He strapped with the extension
He makin' a fuckin' **** back down
Now fuck what you sayin'
I got racks now
300 stick, yeah, the black out
I trippled, my cup
I was, Geeked off the muddy
Lil' bitch, I can feel it, we act now
And both of em fine
I fuck on her buddy
I love when she pullin' my pants down
This shit is a crime
These **** be bummin
And really be holdin' they hands out
I try not to shine
This shit is gettin' bigger and bigger
I really got fans now
We stomp on your block like a ant pile
You could get your ass whipped like a bad child
I smoke to the face, you know I can
I ain't pumping no bricks, you know I ain't
448, yeah, the whole thing
This smoke in my face like a propane
My cousin, get geeked off the cocaine
He ain't givin' no, damn having, no shame
She geeked out her mind and she givin' me dope brain
I bust on her face and it look like a nose ring
Okay, let's go
I really be chillin', I'm stackin' this money
These bitches be on me, I told them to back up
I really be trappin', they know that it's on me
Pull up on the scene in a black truck
She poppin' her p*ssy, she actin' real shy
I told her, lil' ho, she can act though
I told her, lil' ho, you can act though
Hunnids on hunnid, you know we get active
I'm geeked off a motherfuckin' perc
And I'm beating her back out
And double 00 trippin
He strapped with the extension
He makin' a fuckin' **** back down
Now fuck , what you sayin'
I got racks now
300 stick, yeah, the black out
I trippled, my cup I was
Geeked up, On muddy
Lil' bitch, I can feel it, we act now
And both of em fine, I fuck on her buddy
I love when she pullin' my pants down
I really got fans now
We stomp on your block like a ant pile
You can get your ass whipped like a bad child
Yeah, yeah, okay, let's
Okay, let's go
Okay, let's go
Okay, let's go
Written by: 4 Snick

