Créditos
ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
KmgFrmDa4
Rap
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
KmgFrmDa4
Letra
Jaylin Isaiah Taylor
Autoría
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
KmgFrmDa4
Producción
Letra
Yea finna show you how to do it ****
Huh uh ya hear me, say i dont give a fuck how you feelin(Fuck all dat), Pop out wit dis glock get da wiggin, yea fuck **** play on his block, we go spin it, You come thru here trim we gon shut down the engine, shot goin thru your door, we gon knock off the hinges, no NBA bitch imma ball like da Pistons, Think you finna get off lil bru, yea bru u trippin(yea fuck ****)
Yea imma pop wit dis semi, imma pop at ya fitted, imma up wit dis glizzy you trippin, boy dont play wit me, boy you play all you hear issa blrrd, yea i dont give a fuck how you feelin, yea dat shit for da birds, think dis shit sweet make you eat up da curb, yea i dont want ya hoe, yea im jus tryna flirt, fuck dat, might hit dat hoe off a perc
Play wit lil jay you get put onna shirt, speak on KMG you get put inda dirt, Need you sum motion boy yea go to work, Up wit dis fye watch dat bitch go to work, Dis bitch like a ass, yea dis bitch like to twerk, give dat lil boy a casket take him to da church, ion tote jus for fashion, put dat boy inna hearse, yep turn dat lil boy to sum merch
Slide down da block wit a 556, Come thru ya block, shoot dat bitch til it click, im inda booth off a wood boy im lit, poured me sum lean, poured a four in dis bitch, pop out wit da bros i might throw onna fit, KmgFrmDa4, yea they fuck wit da kid, yea i up wit dis stick bitch jus watch how it hit, jus like Bruce Lee, yea dis bitch came wit kick,
Everyday issa movie finna shoot a flick, they like where we post up, we post up inda bricks, we aint goin for shit, all da bros gotta switch, if im ever down bad i might hit me a lick, im forever gettin money ain stopping for shit, keep gettin to da cho, i want stop til im rich, you a dummy if you put yo trust inna bitch, she go take wat you got, and set you as a lick
She gon take wat you got and set you as a lick huh yea fuck **** green, run up on me leave you dead on da scene, think dis shit sweet, get you popped like a bean, im addicted to money, you can call me a feign, hop out dis car wit dis glock wit a beam, think dis sweet put yo ass on a T, you gon die tryna reach, try to take dese vv’s ****(pussc)
Written by: Jaylin Isaiah Taylor