Video Musik
Video Musik
Dari
PERFORMING ARTISTS
JayDaYoungan
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
JayDaYoungan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Hitman Productions
Producer
Lirik
[Verse 1]
Fuck that, he gonna stepped
For trying to flex, I get wit it
Light ya ass up like a lamp, the Draco hold more than 50
This shit ridiculous, how they hate me bad in my own city
It's prolly 'cause they bullshittin', I'm the sickest who did it
Clutchin' forty Glocks, 38's, and we got Smitty's
Got the drum on the cutta, this bitch look like a titty
Pull up on y'all in traffic, we gon' do 'em like Biggie
One to the chest, two to the neck, and the put three in your fitted
How the fuck you been a killa if you ain't never been killin'?
How the fuck you say you steppin' bitch, that ain't how you livin'
Shoota wet yo' ass up and now you gone need a shimmy
Hit yo block, remove the lights, and play scratch off in the hemi
And bitch I step good, like two pairs of tenni's
Spend in yo' section with my weapon, let you have 20
Them lil' revolvers ain't enough, you better have semi's
Up and bust yo brain with that thang, and leave half missing
Stab my back and look in my face, and then they laugh in it
[Verse 2]
Yo team soft, they got a circle full of crabs in it
Fuck yo bitch from the back, she like when I dab in it
Punch the dick all in her stomach, she like when I jab in it
One step ahead, I gotta keep them hoes outta my mix
Thuggin' with all 'cha racks, we prolly posted up in the bricks
It ain't no lackin' bitch, we packin, strapped up with them sticks
Shit get tragic, don't play Madden, but we sendin' them blitz
Tonight we sliding, don't give a fuck about who riding
Affiliated with steppers, all of my **** violent
Lay down and take the lick, I swear all of my **** silent
Bitch we clutchin' on them rockets, hope you don't get outcha body
Say they wanna smoke, but when they get real, they cop out
Runnin' with hard heads, most of my steppers some drop outs
Hop in the foreign famous, one button and then top off
Pour a deuce in my soda, this shit finna have me knocked out
You say 'sup bitch, when I catch you it's gon' go down
Switchin' from lane to lane, cluthin' that thang, gotta slow down
Yeah, it's a stick up, pick your lip up, and put your nose down
Red clear the business, better yet, hit ya from the throat down
Written by: Javarious Scott


