Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Comethazine
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Frank Childress
Songwriter
Divjot Anand
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Div
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Bitch (Fuck, ****)
Yeah (Bitch)
Yuh (Bitch)
[Verse 2]
We can get it crackin', bitch I live for action (Yeah)
I came in with a AK-47, fully automatic (Boom, bitch)
Everything is new, yeah, I'm the first to use (That's right)
Real killers don't need face tattoos, I'm the first to prove
[Verse 3]
I got too much to do, I need another day (Bitch)
I'm locked up in the stu', I got to much to say
Big .9, I can't wait to shoot, I keep it tucked away (Boom)
This time, I won't nut on her face, she said she like the taste
[Verse 4]
Recline, bust a nut in her mouth, she took it to face (Come here)
Yeah, police left me on the chase, but still, I got away (Bitch)
I'm tired of running from the Jakes, they need to give it up
And, I woke up today, okay, so I'ma live it up
Um, the ho you be callin' your bae, I bet she give it up
And, she say she want dick in her face, I let her live it up
[Verse 5]
You really want beef with us? We gone' give it up
5.56 bullets lit him up, they gon' send him up
Paramedics seen him slumped, they gon' lift him up
Had to wet ya', get the stretcher, put him in a truck
Got a bad bitch named Loretta, she'll set you up
Tote my Beretta if I let her, and I bet she busts (Bitch)
[Verse 6]
Hoe ass ****
Comethazine in this bitch and I'm piped the fuck up ****
[Verse 7]
We can get it crackin', bitch I live for action (Yeah)
Came in with the AK-47, fully automatic (Boom, bitch)
Everything is new, yeah, I'm the first to use (That's right)
Real killers don't need face tattoos, I'm the first to prove (Come here)
I got too much to do, I need another day
Bitch, I'm locked up in the stu', I got too much to say
Big .9, I can't wait to shoot, I keep it tucked away (Boom)
This time, I won't nut on her face, she said she like the taste
[Verse 8]
You really want beef with us? We gone' give it up
5.56 bullets lit him up, they gon' send him up
Paramedics seen him slumped, they gon' lift him up
Had to wet ya, get the stretcher, put him in a truck
Got a bad bitch named Loretta, she'll set you up
Tote my Beretta if I let her, and I bet she busts
5.56 bullets lit him up, 5.56 bullets lit him up
5 - 5 - 5 - 5 - 5 - 5 - 5.56 bullets lit him up
Written by: Divjot Anand, Frank Childress
