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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Luke Day
Luke Day
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
kosfinger
kosfinger
Producer

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Conceal my shank, don't let feds know (don't let 'em know)
But now they know
Let it go (bah bah)
At your dome (BOW)
He can't give me chat anymore (he can’t do that)
Let it go (gang, gang)
Do ten toes (BLRAH)
Try and run, still met the lord (why you running, cuz)
I don't care what the judge is gonna say (hell nah, I don't)
‘Cause I’mma just buss my case (that’s facts)
The feds never bothered me anyway (nope, nope, nope)
And ain’t worry bout feds if I leave man frozen (huh?)
Didn’t believe, can’t say I ain’t told him (hell nah)
His bro got killеd, wonder how he’s coping (what?)
Ching him til he can't brеathe, man’s choking (urgh)
That **** stays shook, his face, won't show it
Comin’ like Facebook, jump out, poke him (bore)
Lettin’ it bang, we fully smoke him
Step with gang, we fully loaded (bah bah bah)
I said I step with gang
Wap got kick, got the drum like band (band)
Get - get bun, get tan
When I up it, they do the running man (yeah, they cut)
High caliber, got bare of that shit
Beat that make him eardrum rang (okay)
Spin on their block, tryna air that shit
Cah the movin' like fuckin' fans (huh?)
Ay, caught me off guard, but I'm vigilant (vigilant)
Them boy chat on the internet (them boy chat on the)
If he want smoke I’m into that (ay, what?)
Hop out the coupe, I'm yinging them (bore)
If I pull up and shoot, their dippin' then (bow)
My force is brute, theirs minimum (ay, what?)
Any pursuit, I'll win at it (ay, ay)
Man too diligent, man just different (budu-buu)
Spray it like Mr Sheen, (huh?)
I hit him clean
I hit the neek (bah bah bah)
Spin on their block like a ballerina (balerina)
I empty magazine
The racks on me
A cash machine (grltt, bah, BOW)
On me, oh no, that's a fallacy
I'm the baddest, g (I'm the baddest)
The baddest b on me, wanna handle me
Too lit can't, can't handle me (uh, uh)
Hop on ride it, she got a good strategy
Cough on my dick, she got hay fever allergies (bah bah)
Let it go (bah bah)
At your dome (BOW)
He can't give me chat anymore (he can’t do that)
Let it go (gang, gang)
Do ten toes (BLRAH)
Try and run, still met the lord (ay, come here)
I don't care what the judge is gonna say (hell nah, I don't)
‘Cause I’mma just buss my case (that’s facts)
The feds never bothered me anyway
Let it go (bah bah)
At your dome (BOW)
He can't give me chat anymore (he can’t do that)
Let it go (gang, gang)
Do ten toes (BLRAH)(ten toes)
Try and run, still met the lord (ay, come here)(meet the lord)
I don't care what the judge is gonna say (hell nah, I don't)
(judge is gonna say)
‘Cause I’mma just buss my case (that’s facts)
The feds never bothered me anyway (nope, nope, nope)
Written by: Luke Day
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