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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christopher Smith
Songwriter
Lyrics
Shit I'm into, you don't even wanna know
You know **** get they shit knocked off for thinkin' shit a joke
My money long, plus, my bitch bad as hell, get her what she want
Know they thought I was gon' stay in jail, came home with fifty on me
Touch you, better not have youngin whack him just for lookin' funny
Cuddy call home like he rappin', what, we finally gettin' somewhere?
Hoes be wack as hell, every day, I'm deletin' hoes' numbers
Once I'm done with a bitch, I'm puttin' my lil' brother on her
Play and get took down, soon as I up mine, he goin' to sleep
**** mad 'cause he got slimed, you ain't no certified tweaker
Know this **** with one eye, he still woke when he be sleep, damn
I post in my DM, bitch wanna be my BM
Project baby all the way, I trap right where the fiends at
YBN, can't turn my life around, bitch, I'm too deep in
R.I.P. my **** Keis, cuz got clapped up by his own mans
Keep playin' with my cheese like I ain't me, aight, code red
Another **** playin', that's another **** dead
For years, I've been hearin' **** sayin' they on my head
**** ain't built for this shit at all, get in that bitch and tell
I ain't gotta tell bro when to shoot, he out his shit for real
Remember I grew up listenin' to Gucci, now he tappin' in
P.O. called my phone the other day, I still ain't drop yet
Fuck you, ****, you don't like my music, I don't even care
Rather shoot it out, like fuck the cops, I can't go back to jail
Lil' bro ain't bounce out with that Drac', I probably'd be dead
Fucked 'em up, I beat a couple cases, now this real rap
Tether on my leg in a high-speed, they think he bound to crash
She don't fuck with me, I hoe her ass, make a bitch feel bad
Play and get took down, soon as I up mine, he goin' to sleep
**** mad 'cause he got slimed, you ain't no certified tweaker
Know this **** with one eye, he still woke when he be sleep, damn
I post in my DM, bitch wanna be my BM
Project baby all the way, I trap right where the fiends at
YBN, can't turn my life around, bitch, I'm too deep in
R.I.P. my **** Keis, cuz got clapped up by his own mans
Keep playin' with my cheese like I ain't me, aight, code red
Written by: Christopher Smith