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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Timmlee Darby
Songwriter
Miguel Lyons
Songwriter
歌詞
I could tell you ain't used to this
But I'm used to that (Uh)
Been a minute since I used the gat
Pull that black matte Wraith where I used to trap
If I really want you dead I could use a stack
Cartiers on my wrist now I'm used to that
Put some diamonds on my bitch cause she came a long way (Hey baby)
Niggas selling zips they ain't gaining no weight (Uh)
My niggas ain't gon play
75 For the Runtz
65 For the creamcake
Me and my shorty making runs that's a relay
Heard a nigga hungry well guess what he ate
Heard he broke well guess what he ain't
Thousand e pills that's nothing to me
I remember a thousand dollars was something to me
Almost made a half of turkey off them perc 30s
I remember curving parties it was all worth it
I could tell you ain't used to this
But I'm used to that (Uh)
Been a minute since I used the gat
Pull that black matte Wraith where I used to trap (Come on)
If I really want you dead I could use a stack
Cartiers on my wrist now I'm used to that
Put some diamonds on my bitch cause she came a long way
Niggas selling zips they ain't gaining no weight
My niggas ain't gon play
Oh she said your name Cash right
Where the cash at
I said baby I'm verified on Cashapp
Now she wanna fuck me she used to call me mad black
It say Apply Pressure on her dad hat
I been known to get that cash since the 5th grade
I was selling all that grass front of Ms. Gray (Sorry)
But I learn from my past and my mistakes (Man)
Imma tell you all about it on my mixtape
Better watch how you step
Gotta watch how you move
Hittas full of attitude
I know some niggas that's mad at a nigga is winning
But nobody madder than you
Gotta move milly
I know my opps be holding
Fuck it I'm carrying too
I took some L's
I saw my friend in a casket
I had to carry it too
I was down bad I was never defeated
Skinny ass frame but don't worry I'm eating
And I got ya bitch in the palm of my hands
She know I'm good wit her secrets
This shit wit gang I will never repeat
I had to learn from the streets
Starve wit my niggas and now it's a feast
They let the dogs off the leash
75 For the Runtz 65 for the creamcake
Writer(s): Timmlee Darby
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