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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Travon R'Kell Carter
Travon R'Kell Carter
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Yaady
Yaady
Producer

Lyrics

Say woe Im Geek'D
Lookin for a freak
Slim thick or petite
Who love the D
Tits sag to her knee
That's a guarantee
Who is he
Who they claim to be
Check em head ta feet
Trick or treat
They zombies I see
Headshot'll em beneath
Man watch yo movement
You know business boomin
Addicts stay consuming
Mad you fuming
Y'all spazz we shootin
Share blood communion
What you speak
Machete a freak
Select and then delete
Now his physique
He an amputee
Go BOOM and then he sleep
Heat that fire
Bitch I creep like myers
This smoke get you higher
New supplier
Yo bitch is my prior
Im what she desire
Tote that slugger but I ain't Mcgwire
New drip bitch attire
Yuhh Im flyer
Money I require
Carrey liar liar
I hit ya temple like a Buddhist Monk
Im slurry Im drunk
Bitch we crunk
Yuhh don na na
Sports center I dunk
Twin beds is a bunk
Get out or you gone get sunk
Have that bitch ion do refunds
I love milfs I'll fuck yo moms
I'll let this go like women outta shape
Im humble but great
Been state to state
Know you can't relate
Investing in estate
Won't let you slide or skate
Pay up bitch don't be late
Team eating come get a plate
But wait let's get some straight
And that's yo vital signs
New chick with some Duncan Hines
Glamorous got damn she fine
She cook for me I stretch her spine
Getta li drunk when she on that wine
Play with us bitch cross that line
Stupid clips that ain't for vine
Put yo ass where the sun don't shine
On my momma
Bitch we with that drama
Clip hang like a comma
Thanks Osama
Got some odd parents
Poof cosmo and wanda
Y'all be propaganda
Fryin **** Futurama
Shoulda stayed in that condom
In yo grandpa auntie honda
I be like yo
What the business is
Shots all in his ribs
And hit the kids
Stupid young but snitches
Ain't no witnesses
We innocent
A case we prevent
His mistress
Yuhh
She vent
She seem content
Soon as I assured
They was heaven sent
Backshots no Ricky
Timmy Icky Vicky
Yo bitch got no sticky
Tee no grizzley
Who ever against me
Shot for yo committee
Hoes in Mississippi
Corn bread
But ain't no Jiffy
You **** mice
I'll headshot Mickey
Rock yo block
Bitch it ain't no milly
Ain't no milly
No bitch we gettin silly
I use my fucking willy
We Gwoup
Written by: Travon R'Kell Carter
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