Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Paris Richards
Performer
Dub J
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Pietre cleghorn
Lyrics
Jonathon Pitman
Lyrics
Lois Gifford
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dub J
Producer
Lyrics
Can't fuck wit me, I'm sorry
No doll I'm tha street Barbie
My pressure cause a problem
If you know, you know its on me
No halves baby I'm all in
I trap from night to morning
My bitch drove by and saw da opps
I told her link da mandem
Ohh
I gotta new glock and I got dat shit brand new
Hopped in a 2 door and I disappeared the roof
They were running their mouth last year and now their mute
A lipo bbl got em really thinking they cute
Faceshots just to face them
That be the blood we craving
No Fred baby I'm Jason
Swear it's only me I'm racing
I heard that bando chased him
That forty left him famous
No names on what we blazing
This shit ain't for entertainment
Like free my **** too dangerous
Deez opps no they can't hang wit us
Even angels turn angel dust
When my psychos slide through
We got, we got, we got
Choppers on choppers on chop
With one chop, you gon need you a doctor
Free da ave, he created a monster
Can't fuck wit me, I'm sorry
No doll I'm tha street Barbie
My pressure cause a problem
If you know, you know its on me
No halves baby I'm all in
I trap from night to morning
My bitch drove by and saw da opps
I told her link da mandem
Ohh
If you hungry let da bullets from the ar fill ya
Can't be up next if you never played the winner
Haven't been to church much I was really sinnin
Bitches mad I ain't put them on the instrumental
Sorry if I hurt your feelings
I got used to hoppin outta foreigns I forgot the ceiling
Haven't felt shit in time I forgot the feeling
But this times revealing
New year, new me, I ain't got no feelings
They can't talk if they ain't better than the old me
I rather be born with 9 toes then have cold feet
Last time I hit the trap I seen a od
And there ain't any blick my boy cop that I ain't squeeze
I mixed da grabba wit da dead and made it deadlier
And when it comes to the opp shit, You know we ready up
Sorry Nessy know that car crash left you Messia
But this forty cal will leave your face more Messia
Can't fuck wit me, I'm sorry
No doll I'm tha street Barbie
My pressure cause a problem
If you know, you know its on me
No halves baby I'm all in
I trap from night to morning
My bitch drove by and saw da opps
I told her link da mandem
Ohh
Written by: Jonathon Pitman, Lois Gifford, Pietre cleghorn
