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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christopher Smith
Songwriter
Texty
(Rell On The Track)
Did some fucked up shit, but I can admit that I was wrong
Really want a **** gone, gotta play him real close
Took a **** pole, that was just to show him he a ho
Dropped my loc' when I be in my hood to see what **** on
You so worried 'bout me, better hope you don't move wrong
Never worried 'bout shit, that's what I got one up for
Bitch gon' shake her ass when she hear my song come on
My dog went bold, told him, "Don't call me no more"
I be everywhere, you never know, might see me in your town
Get out of line, ain't got no problem takin' a **** for a ride
Shoot it to the left, shoot it to the right, slime mob
Smoke and shit, where he go? Put him in a box
Bro was with me from the bottom, now he right here, we on top
Ain't too many **** where I come from make it out
Could've went to school, took a whole 'nother route
Before I wrote a rap, I was bangin' the block
**** say what they gon' do, but they don't do shit, I ain't surprised
If I ain't on that shit for real, tell that to the cops
I be everywhere, you never know, might see me in your town
Get out of line, ain't got no problem takin' a **** for a ride
Shoot it to the left, shoot it to the right, slime mob
Smoke and shit, where he go? Put him in a box
(Smoke and shit, where he go? Put him in a box)
(Smoke and shit, where he go? Put him in a box)
Written by: Christopher Smith