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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kaheem Sturdivant
Songwriter
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What the fuck
What the fuck
Shots to his face that's how his pussy ass died
It's a closed casket he ain't have no eyes
He was playing both sides like TJ Watt he crossed the line
A hundred blue strips that's all it cost and I ain't lyin
Brrr I think he dyin
He runnin' out of breath I'm the GOAT like I'm Prime
Them bullets came out his chest they said they almost hit his spine
Everything that I got the best they said I got the best around
We at the end of the bag I had to give that **** crumbs
I'm tryna bust it out the brick you tryna bust out a couple buns
That Glock came with a stick I'm outside campin' by the trees
Steady word bout a bitch **** go and catch some bees
When he 50 like kill **** I ain't slippin' I'm on my P's
You see this K he want somethin' **** pray I'm creepin' where I G
Broski bounce that ARP like Curry shoot that bitch from deep
How you bump your OPP? Ain't Hop out bussin yous a geek
**** shooter look like he erkel pop out that gap
Spencer's on like hey it's me
Smell that cologne it's dead **** all in his leaf
That **** died that **** crashed into the wall
I ain't tryna catch a **** on a bench I'm tryna catch who make the call
Fifty pack built like a box head taps n neck shots
I got ten stacks for the kill I told my broski check the clock
Naw **** I ain't thinkin' with my dick y'all **** so quick to give da drop
Get rich like Roddy **** you just gotta think outside the box
Written by: Kaheem Sturdivant
