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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Antwone Shaw Jr.
Antwone Shaw Jr.
Songwriter
Kameron Hubbard
Kameron Hubbard
Songwriter
Montrey Clayton
Montrey Clayton
Songwriter
Terrance Cooksey
Terrance Cooksey
Songwriter

歌詞

Yo
RMO yeah we back up in es bitch gang
All es cash money you would think we signed to rich gang
You can't fuck wit RMO if you ain't got no switch gang
Ride'n round wit drakes and ARP's like we got big aim
Damn, et was tragic caught it off the backboard like Gordon from the magic
**** got on IG live I guess he wanted static
Christmas came early I just caught his ass in traffic
Yeah, Ayo on the beat I just be walkin
**** said that he gon touch me, he must be talkin
Bodies on the flo tell the police get to chalk in
If I die make sure you put that 30 in my coffin
Robbin **** you can call me Jason Todd ****
You capped out man et shit was kinda odd ****
You talkin shit but you ain't never finna slide ****
Diss me all you want but I fucked yo bitch on god ****.
Aye, Aye,
When I pop out
Bring 'em chops out
Peanut butter or a black out
If I up it bitch ima pull it
Told Tigg calm down doggy he a bully
Since Ju said fuck the lay ima shoot it
Drop the addy to the trap MoMoney prolly loot it
If you wanna know about the jacks he's gon school you
What's that on the bottom of the glock, that's a ruler
If we slide on ya block you gon here a blrrddd
If you wanna throw somethin up throw an O
Hittin on all my opps, fuck the money, up the sco
Buttabena
See my opps in public big clutch
When I see a **** get slumped I hit ah
Heard all the opps wearin wigs
Huh? Aye
All I gotta say is I'm up ten
Spent they Benz
Where sid no lid
That's my evil twin
I don't dap **** up **** give me fin
**** in the studio like ahh
Man et shits tahhed
**** doggy style
I'm in the booth like nahh
Bitch give me super top
Told Kris pass the wood don't want no fog
Know a **** that's really sellin dog
Shoot you in yo legs now you Fuckin crawl
I'ma Superman I don't give a flyin fuck about her
Why you buy a gun but never shot it boy you is a coward
Shoes straight from Paris and my racks long as the Eiffel Tower
My bitch ain't left the crib in 5 months I just won't allow it
Boy you ain't that stupid use yo head before you fuckin lose it
Hate that I love drugs cuz I know ima fuckin abuse it
If yo bitch ask me to fuck you think ima refuse it?
I can't fall in love that's why I been dodging Cupid
You'll never catch me with a bitch they embarrassing
My weed so important yea I treat it like my medicine
She suck me out my skin now she licking on my skeleton
Been eating me for months I swear es lil bitch a veteran
Yaw can have her
I'an worried bout my ex bitch
I'm with my next bitch
She suckin sick and watching Netflix
I tried to be loyal but ima cheater I can't help it
When it comes to these hoes I swear to god I'm so selfish
In es bitch with the 30 tucked you know it's right wit me
Play with me and mines it's gon be a bloody site to see
Let off 150 rounds **** we ain't Herbie G
(All I got to say is)
Kill you then spend a ten ball on a shopping spree
Kobe got the punch but my **** he is not in creed
Catching bowls through the mail **** I ain't willie Snead
(All I got to say is)
Talk so much shit you can hear me without the beat
**** ain't on shit unless it's through a dm or a tweet
Yeah yo lil bitch she a 'mafuckin fan of me
(All I got to say is)
I had an open lay but I stopped and popped for the three
Dream chasing in es bitch I ain't talkin bout meek
We gon end on top **** just wait and fuckin see
(All I got to say is)
Written by: Antwone Shaw Jr., Kameron Hubbard, Montrey Clayton, Terrance Cooksey
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