Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
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Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Desavion Windham
Songwriter
Mooney Windham
Songwriter
Kam Buckely
Songwriter
Lakambellie Buckley
Songwriter
Dee Croft
Songwriter
Diavion Croft
Songwriter
Lyrics
Get on the beat and I'm walking this bitch
Post on the gram with the Taurus in my fit
These **** is lames they just go pretend
Shooting dice on the block tryna bet it on 10
(Hold on I'm finna double back)
Switch out my drip like I change out my whips
Post on that block seen a **** get killed
I won't sign a deal if it ain't more than a mill
We doubling back make sure that we split em
Like we play for the magic's make him disappear
Caught a opp at the store see you hiding you scary
Im so GD see demons in my eyes if you stare
Got designer on my clothes with some jays and the 30
In the Stu with the sticks not no mud but they dirty
Know we strapped spot a opp in the crowd and we purging
Seen a four at that light and left him at the curb
Bout my bread but if you look like the po can't get served
On a wood with the top now the bong got me nerdy
He think that it's lean but I sell him detergent
We split all his tissues ain't talking about surgery
Now you up in the casket or need you a nursery
You **** be hoes might as well get a purse
That boy was just laughing now he up in a hurse
I don't do no missing pull up like I'm curry
And I don't do no capping or lies on these verses
D3 got a hit finna go do him dirty
In the M if I see a blue light then I'm turning
Got yo bitch in this whip and she swallowed my sperm
If we fuck I aint kissing that shit fa the birds
In the booth with the guys with a drac on my hip
Catch a opp outta bounds and I'm dumping the clip
30 K on his head get em gone bout a zip
Trying beef bout a bitch boy you bogus as hell
Put a switch on a Glock now I'm lazy on drills
Steady scamming I pose to be up in the hills
If he flagging he know he done got em a kill
If you lacking you better go get you a steel
(Aye them boys hard as fuck my turn no cap)
Jump out the wheel with the drac on my heel
Watch this bitch shake like it got winter chills
Yellow coat body bag yeah thats my kill
At the strip club like my name is Lou Will
Like I play for Atlanta how I shoot on these drill
Yo head is my target like a orange we gone peel
You spoke on my broke no I can't let you live (can't)
You did some lil hoe shit I thought you was real (fake)
Ask what my bro said, they crack through his rips
Like my name Dewalt I stay on drill
You diss for the net now the reading your will
Throw him in trunk throw him off the bridge
My heart is so cold if feel like the fridge
Taking they life I feel like the Grinch
Where we all night you know it's the trenches
Like we the mob we started these lenches
I.R.S boy yeah we taking yo pension
This blunt so strong it's causing dementia
Said he gone kill me then pussy get with it
Kamo on go bitch it can get wickie
Lil mooney gone blow bitch end up like Ricky
I put on shoe I feel like I'm 50
Don't aim down below bitch shoot at his fitted
He not the bro just strictly just business
I shot em for show hit em in his kidney
Aim for the throat make sure you don't miss it
I need a new pole so I got me a 50
Close up his mouth so he with the fishes
Like I'm a hound I know they some bitches
I know it was coming like I'm having visions
Stay down on yo grind you know that's yo ticket
Stop all that cry boy go paint the city
Yo bro I'm the ground why you in there chilling
Knew you wasn't hard yo whole gang is bitches
Gorillas cold heart you know that we vicious
Big GDN be posted on Tillman
Said that it's smoke then pussy come kill me
(Damn)
Written by: Dee Croft, Desavion Windham, Diavion Croft, Kam Buckely, Lakambellie Buckley, Mooney Windham

