Dari
PERFORMING ARTISTS
pharmy
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
pharmy
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
pharmy
Engineer
Lirik
We jumpin' out, don't blick it out against a switch ,
My buzzin came up pickin' locks, hit for a gun, and bought a fit
I just want blood, the fuck you thought I don't fuck with love, they say im sick
My brudda scared, the feds gon' get him, bout a crime he ain't commit
You bail out, Drac, you posed' to let it, spit and shoot it' Till he drenched
Dat lil' bitch mad, I left the country, fuckin' bitches, speakin' French
I left some dope up in my hoodie, mama mad about the scent
Lets go to work, I grab them tools, I'm talkin' glocky, not a wrench
Let's go to work, let's go to work, you know we came in here to win
Im in dat Benz, I got my gen, I sent a shot and **** ran
That **** pharmy started movin',
kinda snake, don't call him twin
I'm livin' fast, right off this cash, these **** broke, won't make a amends
I really fell in love with money, I'm just screamin', fuck the rest
I really wasnt finna care until i felt it in my chest ,
I'm smokin', hatin', ass ****, when I run, can't catch a breath
Them **** left me down and broke, but they came back, wen I got a check
I fucked her numb, and told her leave, but she complainin', can't get dressed
I play with demons every day who fiend for blood, no way I'm blessed
I spot a opp, I keep the range and shoot the shot just like im steph
That Louie sweater keep me warm, I do not care how much I spent
Balenciaga tracks, them bitches way too heavy, I can't run, I gotta shoot
My bitch started actin' right, I put Balenci on her boots
My whole kamp done found a way, we went from zero straight to blue
The whole squad fucked
up jwett and now she want the whole crew
We jumpin' out, don't blick it out against a switch ,
My buzzin came up pickin' locks, hit for a gun, and bought a fit
I just want blood, the fuck you thought I don't fuck with love, they say im sick
My brudda scared, the feds gon' get him, bout a crime he ain't commit
You bail out, Drac, you posed' to let it, spit and shoot it' Till he drenched
Dat lil' bitch mad, I left the country, fuckin' bitches, speakin' French
I left some dope up in my hoodie, mama mad about the scent
lets go to work, I grab them tools, I'm talkin' glocky, not a wrench
Let's go to work, let's go to work, you know we came in here to win
Im in dat Benz, I got my gen, I sent a shot and **** ran
That **** pharmy started movin',
kinda snake, don't call him twin
I'm livin' fast, right off this cash, these **** broke, won't make a amends
Written by: pharmy