Video Musik
Video Musik
Dari
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mista Work
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ronald Lashley Sr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lex40
Mixing Engineer
Lirik
You ****’s really
Tough behind that
Fuckin’ keyboard
But I’m a call your bluff
Little pussy
Let me see more
This 40
That I grip
Really run through shit
Who want war
And when it comes to beef
Lil bitch
We at your front door
You ****‘s really tough
Behind that fucking keyboard,
But I’m a call your bluff
Lil pussy. Let me see more.
This 40 that I grip
Really run through shit
Who wants war
And when it comes to beef
Lil bitch
We at your front door
Bitch,
I be on that
Stupid shit
Nut so
Dumb dumb
Super lit
****‘s talking, Hella shit
I guess they
Feeling tough again
When dressed in all black
Keep the Mac cocked back
****‘s feeling safe
Behind the keyboard
So they tap
But bitch you play
With me
Run IP
We bring it back.
Cause I
Could give a fuck
About where you been
Or where you at
This 40
Full of hollows
And suppression on the tech.
The barrel get to smoking,
But it never ever jam
So what you wanna do,
Bitch I’m gonna come and let it blam leave a **** in the dirt
Cause I really don’t give a damn
You ****’s really
Tough behind that
Fuckin’ keyboard
But I’m a call your bluff
Little pussy.
Let me see more
This 40
That I grip
Really run through shit
Who want war
And when it comes to beef
Lil bitch
We at your front door
(KNOCK KNOCK)
You ****‘s really tough
Behind that fucking keyboard,
But I’m a call your bluff
Lil pussy. Let me see more.
This 40 that I grip
Really run through shit
Who wants war
And when it comes to beef
Lil bitch
We at your front door
We come creeping in Denali‘s
Sitting Shotty
With the shotty
A 40 in my pocket
And you know it’s filled with rockets two ****’s in the back
They gone off Molly
Feeling rowdy.
Somebody said let’s get it.
Fuck it spin it
Now we’re riding.
We headed
To your crib
And yes, your presence is required and if you playing bitch,
We running in
And dumping fire.
Lord have mercy on me
. I’m a have to go kill me a bitch **** and ****‘s talking about beef
But they really don’t know
The shit that come with it.
The 40 cal stay under the tee
If a **** want beef
Da coroner come and get him
Lord have mercy on me.
I’m about to go kill me a bitch ****
You ****’s really
Tough behind that
Fuckin’ keyboard
But I’m a call your bluff
Little pussy.
Let me see more
This 40
That I grip
Really run through shit
Who want war
And when it comes to beef
Lil bitch
We at your front door
(Knock, knock
Written by: Ronald Lashley Sr.
