Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Justin Level Wright
Justin Level Wright
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cedes
Cedes
Producer

Lyrics

Yeah they go crazy for this one
Yeah they go crazy for this one
Yeah they go crazy for this one
Yeah they go crazy for this one
Yeah they go crazy for this one
Yeah they go crazy for this one
Run from my motherfucking dog
If he slide, I'ma slide
If he shoot, then you know I gotta shoot
100 win, never falling off
Gotta keep this shit a stack
Got my back, then I got your back too
Run it up, ain't stopping till we winning
We gon' show em how we living
Just in case these **** think this shit cool
Spend it till we motherfucking dizzy
****, we don't do pretending
Everything you hear about us be the truth
Lately grinding hard just to get it
****, you can't help by me
Call my phone, shit I'm probably in a booth
She know I can't hit it, but I'd rather keep my distance
Got no time for a ho, I ain't even in a mood
I don't fuck with **** cause they too facet
I been going in, boy you too lazy
Got a chick for my chick, might have two babies
I been balling so damn hard, got the rim shaking
If you my dog, then I'm sliding
Ain't no high loyalty, stay the same
Head first, bitch, all I know is shoot
Never went to class, up in school
But that money coming fast like my dog
He gon' get it like Roof
Riding for my motherfucking dog
If he slide, I'ma slide
If he shoot, then you know I gotta shoot
100 win, never falling off
Gotta keep this shit a stack
Got my back, then I got your back too
Never catch us beefing bout these broads
Pass them on to the next
Then we getting right back to the Lou
Living like it ain't no tomorrow
If this shit go down, get it solid, ****
That's just what we do
Everywhere I go, I keep that pole
Protect my soul cause I can't let him play me like a hoe
and put me on the news
But if you do, my bro, he coming knocking at your door
just like a witness of Jehovah
Yeah, my bro, he be a Jew
That dive line be cool
I have it eating red for the rain
I'm out in the blue
I got a little man with me
He bound to score if I throw that alley-oop
That blue, he got that switch to stuttle
whenever he's coming to talk to you
It's equipped with titties that work at Hooters
I have been outside on my grind
I don't got time to spend with you
My canines outside
Glock 9s, Tank 9s
Anything to survive in the zoo
Riding for my motherfucking dog
If he slide, I'ma slide
If he shoot, then you know I gotta shoot
100 win, never falling off
Gotta keep this shit a stack
Got my back, then I got your back too
Never catch us beefing bout these broads
Pass them on to the next
Then we getting right back to the loo
Living like it ain't no tomorrow
This shit go down
Keep it silent, ****
That's just what we do
Somebody call a judge
I need to trade my name to pressure
He say something's yours
But just like Chris, bitch, I'ma step up
Sometimes I'ma ask you
But if you get up in my way, then I'm gonna scratch you
I feel like Hector
Even if you with the mob, they can't protect you
I got more diamonds than Jamal
While they was busy throwing salt, I threw pepper
Can't hear them like I'm a big wall
I feel deafer
They can't cool me off
I'm hotter than a fucking desert
Come from Ben
Poe me and my bros share the dresser
I love her texture
She make me not wanna be gangsta when we texting
Riding for my motherfucking dog
If he slide, I'ma slide
If he shoot, then you know I gotta shoot
100 win, never falling off
Gotta keep this shit a stack
Got my back, then I got your back too
Never catch us beefing bout these broads
Pass them on to the next
Then we getting right back to the loo
Living like it ain't no tomorrow
If this shit go down, keep it silent, ****
That's just what we do
Thanks for watching
Written by: Justin Level Wright
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