Crediti
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
adam sebactian seymour
Songwriter
Testi
Alright
KrispyLife
(Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat)
They can't, they can't, they can't fuck with you, Clean Up
Shit
Fuck
Bitch
Ayy
Four hundred minus eight, that's what I'm speedin' in
Gelato Black Cherry, that's what I'm breathin' in
Marble toilet in my bathroom, that's what I'm peein' in
California king in my room, that's what I'm sleepin' in
When I need a pint of green, I call my titi friend
Beat a **** head in bad, now he bleedin' in
Oh, the opps in the club? They ain't leavin' then
I'm off a four, don't call my phone, I'm sleepin' in
I'd be mad too if my **** was rolled up in a thoink
Get a **** burnt in this bitch, the end of a joint
I just met up with my fiend out in Grosse Pointe
Get a **** family whacked at the beach and all I did was point
My white boy drink Fireball and smoke joints
We would've seent you at that party, would've smoked boy
Real get-back gang like I'm Doe Boy
I ain't signed to French, but I'm a motherfuckin' coke boy
Young dog used to do fillies, used to flip gas
I'm on my way down south, let me hit Tas
Dog on some jackboy shit, I just hit mask
Hoes don't ever listen to you 'cause you pimp trash
I'm rich from poverty, jacuzzi in the projects
Got Cartis on, ridin' on Ruccis and they offset
Seventy-five hundred I just spent on a golf set
In order for you to hang, you gon' need yours and your boss check
The cookhouse just burned down, we done lost meth
These **** hoes, they might as well crossdress
Fat as hell, fuckin' all these hoes, I done lost breath
Dog on some tough shit, faow-faow, he done lost chest
Feelin' like Louie Ray, I'm still grindin' and shit
Think you fuckin' with me, you must be off all kinds of shit
You roll 'Woods, run to the store when **** run out of shit
I'm tryna stuff this bitch with a couple scripts if the condom fit
I never seen them Louis in the store, what kind them is?
My lil' **** grimy as fuck, he just rob and steal
My other **** on papers, he tryna catch a body still
**** out here missin' on purpose, ain't tryna kill
Yup, and Danny G made the beat
Bitch, play with your kids and BD, don't play with me
Like Krispy was in the car, aight
Like Krispy was in the car, I got a big-ass K with me
Written by: adam sebactian seymour
