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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jeremy Ford
Songwriter
歌詞
Half a slab upload, tag yo' ass
Like shout to them **** who ain't had a bath
**** lit, like we went and pulled a smash and grab
Fake bands, got the chain clear, sandwich bags
I be in and out of state, used to sell them the shake
Went broke doin' beef, end up selling the cake
Finna take them rich **** dreams straight to the bank
Don't tell nobody, 'cause them hatin' **** tell you can't
Real life, I'm a **** that the streets turned up
Play with fire, a young **** get yo' feet burnt up
Shootin' close 'cause these little **** de-turnt up
Think you know a ****, better re-learn us, ay
Hoes texting all this heartfelt to me
I told the bitch, "Do a cartwheel to me"
You need some weight, put them barbells on you
You can't find a hunna ****, who won't tell on you
I don't know why we done up this **** crib
If you know D, I knock a hunna off the bitch
I'll give you 200, if you let me send out yo' bitch on this Louisville trip
That's on you if she let me hit, ay
Flat tire on the coupe, still do 90 (skrrt)
Got chop full for a watts, feel like Pooh Shiesty
Still pull a 50, ball off a 2-nighter
Shoot first, 'cause these broke **** too violent
Baby I got lean, I got hard, I got pills
Heels my door 'til he ran off and got killed
My other ****, he stay loyal and got skrills
Some **** got deals on the bowl, some got deals
'Member gettin' flicked on the road, my heart stopped
You was in Kroger's somewhere and yo' car stopped
I'm touchin' dob to a block where they all cop
You goin' home to a hood where they all cops
Written by: Jeremy Ford, Kharri Eugene Hunter