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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cadence McGregor
Cadence McGregor
Songwriter
Jaxon Henderson
Jaxon Henderson
Songwriter

歌詞

(Players never doubt)
Talk about a flop, yeah that boy coming first (yeah)
Vision getting blurry in the cut, could be worse (what)
Imma hit the shimmy - shimmy then go and murk (ahh)
Shawty was never your girl, it's just your turn (facts)
O twenty two, was piping bitches back to back (back)
All of them were older than me, yeah that's a fact (fact)
Then I had enough of that and kicked it back (back)
Focused on the music now, I'm screaming no cap (what, what, go!)
Shit got wicked real fast, then it was over (aye, aye)
Morning after that night I was hungover (sheesh)
Had to lock in so quick and act sober (aye, aye)
Caught the vibe but I had to lay lower
Boy, I'm from where dead bodies lay low
You'll hear knock-knock, death is at the door
Speak up with your chest if you talk with a tone
Life's a movie, got your bitch in the front row
She's still with him? Let me show what's she's missing
Just jokes, but if she's down then I'll be with it
That boy talking tough, told him "run the digits"
New city, time to find out of shit is kicking (aye, aye, north, north!)
Tuck in the gun when it's time to drive
Told her back up, she crossed the line (north, north)
On a mission where shit gets fried
Speeding away from feds at night (north, north)
Know inside I don't got much time
Yeah these snakes can come disguised (north)
Watch them slip up in a lie (north)
Wanna test me? Then come and try (north)
Fuck with me, that's suicide
Your decision, it's do or die (grr)
Tell me if you're down to ride (fa, fa, fa)
I got the "smith" tucked by the side
Had to open up my eyes
Bad intentions mixed with the za
All I see is red inside
I done been here many times
So sophisticated, hoes be mad impatient (yeah, yeah)
Told her "give me some space" (yeah, yeah)
She try to come invade it (yeah, yeah)
It's a home invasion (yeah, yeah)
Leave your family brainless (yeah, yeah)
Real steel, no stainless (yeah)
Have my punchlines banging (yeah)
Leave that hoe on tens
But she struggle to walk
Mix the thirty with a ten
Now she struggle to talk (woo)
Had to leave her with her friend
Can't have that on my conscious
If a bitch too bent, I see that as a caution
Real shit, don't trip, just stick to the script
Get the money off your lick, lay low for a bit
Once you pop back out, then get at it again
Fuck around and I'll teach you how to make you an m
The bitches call me yvng jripa (yeah)
The "pussy grim reaper" (yeah)
You reaching, imma' teach ya' (yeah)
I'm not the one you think of (ha)
I'll catch you late night
Have you praying like a preacher (haha)
You know my gang tight
Had these bitches wanting features (woo)
See my wifey is a diva (yup)
My **** keep them heaters (huh?)
They'll leave a **** slumped
Like a triple X feature (grra)
You can catch me in your speakers
I'm creeping with them demons (boop, boop, boop)
An East end **** grew up mighty with them heathens (woo)
Written by: Cadence McGregor, Jaxon Henderson
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