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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Billy Morgan
Songwriter
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Alright
Alright, bet
Play it cool, ****
Why you acting like a lame?
Why you all in bitches' faces
You ain't even got no pape
Oh, you captain save a hoe?
Damn, ****, where yo cape?
My young **** in the field, they'll really set the play
We ain't talking about no money
I ain't got too much to say
I don't tell you how I feel, cause you gon' probably feel a way
I don't care how you feel, cause I'ma probably feel the hate
Granny hate, I'm in my field, cause she don't really think it's safe
Cha, cha, cha, cha, cha
Oh, you slidin?
Tell me how I feel to be the one to see him dyin
I was waking up late night to the sirens
I don't fuck with coke, but you can pass them Molly Cyrus
Perk, give me powers
Fucking her for hours
I'm a nasty ****
I'ma eat it till it's sour
Back to these hoe ****
I don't fuck with broke ****
Say he pushing p's, but I can tell that shit a slow business
I don't want the section if we can't bring all the hoes with us
I like pretty bitches, I don't care if she a gold digger
You the type of **** come around and ain't got no bitches
How the fuck you tryna go to war and ain't got no switches
Last time I fell in love, I ended up with no missus
How the fuck I fall in love again with my old bitches
Roll up and roll with us, come and hit the road ****
Baby, I'm a hustler, I just know all the dope dealers
Know a **** out in Minnesota, he a cold killer
Brody got a new big face, I'ma go bigger
Play it cool, ****
Why you acting like a lame?
Why you all in bitches' faces
You ain't even got no pape
Oh you captain save a hoe
Damn **** where yo cape?
My young **** in the field, they'll really set the play
We ain't talking bout no money, I ain't got too much to say
I don't tell you how I feel, cause you gon' probably feel a way
I don't care how you feel, cause I'ma probably feel the hate
Granny hate, I'm in my field, cause she don't really think it's safe
Written by: Billy Morgan