क्रेडिट्स
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kill Dyll
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dylan Matthew Fessenden
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kill Dyll
Recording Engineer
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I dont fuck with nobody
I dont need a clique
20 gauge to the face
Make em stiff
If you ask me for money
Ill treat you like Lincoln
And give you way more than 2 cent
mind as well die before i give a shit
Call me elvis i shoot from the hip
1 in the chamber im takin my chances
Pullin the trigger it rips
Fuck do you know a glock 48
Fmj when i wanna get paid
Rubber tip round
When i want them to fall on the ground
And i know that you ain on that shit
Yeah fuck the money
Fuck the fame yeah
I do this for the games yeah
I seen you try to clique up with a fed
Dont make me spray
Yeah fuck the money
Fuck the fame yeah
I do this for the games yeah
I seen you try to clique up with a fed
Dont make me spray
I fuck up these decibels
I do it so masterful
Something inside of my mind is
Is not feelin so fine so i mind as well end em all
Dependable
Non of ya dependable
Puttin a bullet inside of his head
If he ever get near me ill end him again
And if i die i mind aswell die rich
Pesticides
Inside my own piss
Dissect a line
To find life in a ditch
And my brain is fried I just feel like shit
Never take another hit
Never Take another rip
Might take another trip
To your grave and take a piss
Yeah fuck the money
Fuck the fame yeah
I do this for the games yeah
I seen you try to clique up with a fed
Dont make me spray
Written by: Dylan Matthew Fessenden