Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Albee Al
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Albert Robinson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lil'Z
Mixing Engineer
LilzHp
Recording Engineer
Gene Banks
Mixing Engineer
NDA
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
Everytime I drop a tape the shit up the rate
You can hate, but how you slice it, Albee gettin cake
Come here bartender, let me fuck your face
In a club waving rollies round Puff & Mase
And I started from the basement
Now I'm in the V inside like Spaceship
Thought that you was stand up, til i read your statement Rec out, no slippers on, tight laces
All my real **** fighting real cases
Pray y'all **** make it out that jam out them cages
Shorty want veneers so she cut off her braces
House arrest found out where he live, he cut his bracelet Lamborghini on 1&9
If you ain't chasing money, you ain't on your grind
Gotta crawl before you walk, step at a time
Bullets hit his spine, he get outta line
I don't think I'm going hard enough Lilz, know what i'm sayin' I think i gotta go a little harder
Alright, let's go
I'm in the game and you ain't get to play
Kill your favorite son on picture day
Come to your house and I fucking throw a party like Kid 'N Play One chain on it costs more than a brick of yay
Try to tell these motherfuckers this ain't for the weak
Four deep in that Jeep, three of us on feet
Perfect attendance when it's time to slide
You outside, you a homicide
This goofy asking for a fade like I ain't try to kill him
Non -violent, non -violent, Martin gotta feel em
Po gettin people shot, somebody gotta chill him
Like how you want this opp cooked fried or we could grill em Ask your wife how my dick taste
Umpire Oh you slidin' home, well ain't shit safe
I can get your whole face misplaced like we gone fishing got the rod with the squad and you big bait
Half a million on the mixtape, make the pussy bite the curb and stomp til the shit
Everything ahunnit, ain't shit fake
Everything .. You know me
And I only shoot fades with my brother's little bro He a menace wave of K at your mother
Million dollar **** and I came from the gutter
You ain't never have to clean stains from your brother's
I'm finna pop another pain pill, ask **** Dead ass like how his brain feel
Getting head from this little bop bitch from Plainfield
Nerve ask me if my chain real?
Stupid bitch, that hoe lucky I ain't kick her out
Whole bitch asked me if I miss her, said I miss her mouth I just bought a house in the town where I'm sticking out
I ain't tray, I'm dough boy, I ain't getting out
I'm in the car every drill, I ain't missing out
If you ain't here right now, then you missing out
I'm still holding homies down, sending pictures out My chopper in the real estate, but it'll flip your house Pounds in the mail waiting on the load
This money coming E-Z Pass you waiting on the toll Why you sucking my dick, focus on your goal
I'm in a slammer with rudolph focused on your nose
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They like Po you should calm down
No fucking way No fucking hell
I might put his moms down
Whatever block he from getting bombed now
Whole team moving chicken like a farm now
Twy gang, my gang, every thing Perry (Twy !)
Grenades and land mines, Aything deadly
BBL, Colombiana, everything heavy
Man, he just called my phone,everything ready
The Feds watching, let's give him a show
Everybody heard of Albee, but ****, this Po
Had him shooters outside wherever you go
I want every opp dead that's mentioning bro
Disney World for the kids, this is how i live
Can't forget how it was, but this how it is
Momma working two jobs nothing in the fridge
Face shot your grandmama, knock off a wig
Made it by myself, owe nobody nothing
I ain't cry for help, cause nobody coming
99 problems, nobody running
4th & 15, but nobody punting
This pretty bitch, but give me ugly head
Ask me why I always got it on me, **** want me dead Opps really scared to kill a ****, so they want me fed He tried to run the AR and blew off his leg
Pray for me, if you care for me, cause I'm on the edge
I'm finna put a shell in a **** head
You gon' get a head shot
You gon' get a head shot
You gon' get a head shot
Then you gon' get a head shot
He gon' get a head shot
She gon' get a head shot
Anybody I see getting a head shot
If you a hundred with your shit, we can embrace
And when they do something for me, throw it in my face No, no man, that ain't real
I switch your bitch man season like Uncle Phil
Albee feel like Gohan when he off a pill
I knew I shouldn't try to help, but I offer still
Written by: Albert Robinson

