Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Godfather
Performer
OnFully
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Daniel Avery
Composer
Lyrics
(Rado)
Shee
Bitch, you don't believe it's me, you know I'm gettin' loot (It's me, ho)
Bitch, you don't believe in lies, ho, you can tell the truth
Don't get hypnotised when this K knock you out your shoes (Baow)
Leave him stretched like a starfish, sweep him like a broom
Don't get hypnotised when this K'll knock you out your shoes
Out of town makin' so much money, I'ma need some room
If you actin' like a fool (Shee), get your ass hit with too
Up the murder rate, opps sick, they need some Therafree
Unc' mixin' in the kitchen, same shit a chemist do (Shee)
You ain't even make a dime all year, you **** pitiful (You **** terrible)
In the streets with lil' bro, he could get critical
Hit him in his head, leave it open like a living room
That's a bad-ass tragedy to be exact
If we not in the beef rappin' (Shee), probably sellin' packs
I know the reason that you're mad, your bitch sellin' cat
If you not with the gang, guaranteed you gettin' fapped
Every time we come around you get nervous, shit, relax
It ain't even called for (Shee), you probably'd rat
Wet his tee like we on the water drivin' jet
Ski mask on in the field, I might catch a sack
I was taught don't never believe lies, only believe the truth
Called Ronnie, he said fuck it today and let me see the coupe
Cut into a lil' freaky bitch like what you finna do?
Baby girl, you never seen a killer? Shit, I'm living proof
**** was just up and now they broke, that shit pitiful (Man)
Me and Fully fucked the same bitch, now she in the crew
Never tell a lie, only the truth when I'm in the booth (I swear)
Believe me when this baby Draco hit him, knock him out the room
Believe me if you don't see that bitch on me, I still got the tool
Believe me when I ran into your homie, put him on the news
They fry him up, we take **** in pairs like we boxing shoes
Glock, it came with a sports mode, that's why I love to shoot it
Opps tuck they tail every time when we runnin' through 'em
Kill a **** then tell his ass this shit more than music
Had to slow down on the drank, 'cause ****, I abuse it (Yeah, I do)
You ain't never seen a stick, a Five-SeveN Uzi
You ain't in the streets for real, you be lackin', goofy (Yeah)
Hit a **** in his shit, now he actin' stupid (Dumb as hell)
Burn a **** with this torch like he covered in fluid
Most **** end up dead when we get into it (Shee)
Bitch, you don't believe it's me, you know I'm gettin' loot (It's me, ho)
Bitch, you don't believe in lies, ho, you can tell the truth
Don't get hypnotised when this K knock you out your shoes (Baow)
Leave him stretched like a starfish, sweep him like a broom
Written by: Daniel Avery