Dari
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Terrence Green
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Terayle Marquis Hill
Songwriter
Matthew Head
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Matthew Head
Producer
Alberto De Icaza
Mastering Engineer
Lirik
[Verse 1]
Yo, yo
[Verse 2]
I see a lot of **** talking but I ain't really discussing
Never been the type to argue with muthafuckas, I'm dumping
Coppers rushing to the scene of the crime and they ain't catch it
Bet the chopper leave his spleen on the ground, covered in ketchup
Now let us pray
[Verse 3]
And burn sage to mountain of dust
You son of a bitch, you wicked as fuck
You backstabbing, two-timing ass ****, really switched on East
Shoulda known his only son was a hell of a beast, ya feel me?
[Verse 4]
Fuck Sage Odom and you can quote it
He got away with murder and he floated
Shoulda noticed I was coming clipped up and reloaded
And now I got the chrome, gripped up and exploding, no withholding
[Verse 5]
You can't crop me out the picture, 'cause I'm hot now, ****
Ain't drop 5 songs, still top 5, ****
Better pray to someone special on that hotline, ****
'Cause when I see you in the streets, you'll be outlined ****
[Verse 6]
I'ma mothafuckin rider, a rider
Run up on me and we sliding, I'm sliding
They be watching never try us, try us
They gon' end up hearing sirens, sirens
I'ma mothafuckin rider, a rider
Run up on me and we sliding, we sliding
They be watching never try us, try us
You gon' end up hearing sirens, sirens
[Verse 7]
I bent the corner bumping my shit
I hear him singing but that ain't hot shit
All these fuckin' records, ain't never talking about shit
Don't mean the same thing if you ain't got it
I'ma muthafuckin' prophet for profit and this a muthafuckin' jungle
[Verse 8]
90 percent of you **** crumble
I ain't humble, bitch I'm 10 toes down, and I ain't stumble
In the field steady running this bitch, and I ain't fumble
Touchdown and I'm ready for war, I want the trouble
Hold up
[Verse 9]
Name somebody who fuckin' with me, I'll wait
'Cause **** claiming hungry but ain't fuckin' with my plate
Sage singing "Little Lamb," now they claiming that he innocent
**** want the beef but I'ma different kinda venison
Swear he from the streets but he ain't fuckin' with my militants
I'ma break 'em down in to increments
It figures you's a free man
Now you fuckin' with Don Dada Gambino, Young Rigo
[Verse 10]
I'ma mothafuckin rider, a rider
Run up on me and we sliding, I'm sliding
They be watching never try us, try us
They gon' end up hearing sirens, sirens
I'ma mothafuckin rider, a rider
Run up on me and we sliding, we sliding
They be watching never try us, try us
You gon' end up hearing sirens, sirens
[Verse 11]
I'ma mothafuckin rider, a rider
Run up on me and we sliding, I'm sliding
They be watching never try us, try us
You gon' end up hearing sirens, sirens
I'ma mothafuckin rider, a rider
Run up on me and we sliding, we sliding
They be watching never try us, try us
You gon' end up hearing sirens, sirens
[Verse 12]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Written by: Matthew Head, Terayle Marquis Hill
