Dari
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Treveon Terry
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lil Lameezy
Producer
Lion Made Studios
Recording Engineer
Lirik
Ars and baby dracs, he uh hashtag My life was a sacrifice for all the packs
I flipped Elbow on her back, bend it over
Just like this, arch it up Throw that thing back, before I throw a fit
**** talk crazy, never even took no trips Big blower on my waist, I'm a Yank it tooo
Let me drive the boat, type a ****, I'm a dawg in the coupe
Blank what? He a hashtag, baby run it in, I need it all
How'd that sound? I don't really give a fuck, bands make me proud
Bands make me proud, bands make me proud I don't really give a fuck, bands make me proud
I stay close to the Nina like the number 8 All these basic bitches on my geek, they wanna
fuck the great Free the bros, they come home and catch another
case I might just hit up Slawce and Margie
cop another chain Brand new J's on my feet, plus I'm mudwalking
Another day, another dollar, I'm just plug-talking
Lemizzie, TTG, when the thugs call them **** out here living off they homies, that's just bum-bugging
I can rock his hip-huggers and them big blasters I live faster, I ain't fit to be no pickpacker
I need a bitch that's down for me, not no tits at a return of the Mack
Play it safe, cause I'm a bitch, that's for real
You love to talk shit, but got no edges though You need to shut your mouth, cause I'm a blesser, ho
Like that, see we three-piece, bitch, I'm hella froze
Real gangstas move in silence, they'll never know
Written by: Treveon Terry
