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COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Rodney Lamont Wright Jr.
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PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Zboy the Man
Production
Ari Morris
Ingénierie de mixage
Leo Martinez
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Brrrrr
Glock twenty-three
Red and blue beam
It look like the seahawks
Put a nigga in da pond
Better not piss me off
Knock a tree off
High speed in da red eye
Five car totaled
Get lost
Then I go pour a
I done popped to many Percocet's
I got to throw up
Book who for a show
And they ain't came
I bet I show up
Big brrrr on my neck
You touch dat hoe it damn near blow up
Yeah, it's going to go up
Go get that switch
Just like my grandma
Get yo ass tore up
Don't let him see you out
Cause at yo funeral he gon show up
And you ain't in da streets
If you don't think we got dat score up
We damn near put four more up
Now let me shut up
Aye
I got like two switches on me to match this double cup
This hoe super thick plus she natural
But she ugly as fuck
Fuck up out my face
I can't use you to set a monkey up
Got up on his ass
Quick set him up with a bad bitch
That shit there funny had his momma on some sad shit
Bitch we bring trauma
Shit ask my daddy I been had automatics
I was bout fourteen
I ask my daddy can I have this
He said son go ahead
Just wake up every day and grab it
Never do no pump faking
You up you better blast it
And we put him in the grass
We put shit up in his back bitch
Brrrrr
Glock twenty-three
Red and blue beam
It look like the seahawks
Put a nigga in da pond
Better not piss me off
Knock a tree off
High speed in da red eye
Five car totaled
Get lost
Then I go pour a
I done popped to many Percocet's
I got to throw up
Book who for a show
And they ain't came
I bet I show up
Big brrrr on my neck
You touch dat hoe it damn near blow up
I ain't never ran from shit
I damn near forgot how to run
Stack out his house
We gone kill his ass on a garbage run
Hop out dat cat and hit they block up in the Avalon
Kilt him off the block
The fuck you mean nigga you forgot yo gun
What
Pussy
Fuck you mean you left it at the house
Aye take him to that backyard
Better knock his ass out
He move with
You know we strategic and military
We hit they block
Choppa had a seizure and killing shit
I went to school with dat boy
I know dat boy been a bitch
He used to take names when the teacher left
He been a snitch
But now he gang banging
In the steamer with a switch
Whats twenty-three feel like I'm forty
The streets is over that it
Brrrrr
Glock twenty-three
Red and blue beam
It look like the seahawks
Put a nigga in da pond
Better not piss me off
Knock a tree off
High speed in da red eye
Five car totaled
Get lost
Then I go pour a
I done popped to many Percocet's
I got to throw up
Book who for a show
And they ain't came
I bet I show up
Big brrrr on my neck
You touch dat hoe it damn near blow up
Boom
Go up
It damn near go up
Pussy
Writer(s): Liam Mcalister, Rodney Lamont Wright Jr, Zboy Theman
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