クレジット

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Hodgie
Hodgie
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kimpe
Kimpe
Songwriter
Brandon Hodgers
Brandon Hodgers
Songwriter
Haidar Zeeshan
Haidar Zeeshan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
ZSHAN
ZSHAN
Producer
Kimpe
Kimpe
Producer

歌詞

Brand new jays got me feelin like Mike
Better think twice bout trying my crew
Told them lil hating ass **** on site
In this black mask get shiesty like Pooh
These **** cap they phony, bogus
Told a Lil bitch I'm sick, covid
Told a Lil trick don't kiss throat it
Told a Lil **** I'm great I'm goated
Hit Our Bar for the win I'm chilling
Called my **** Chuck told him bring a whole case
How many women can you fit in this building
Fuck around **** might need some more space
Not a pretty boy bad boy like Mase
Ruger 9 mil center fire my waist
Got 9 shots but I only need 8
Try me watch a **** go ape like bape
Trappin all day tryna stack it to the ceiling
Ballin so hard you ca meet me at the Rucker
Bitch don't shave had to cop the Brazilian
No I like the kitty cat smooth like butter
Heard you got robbed you ain't catch no body
Put VV's in the piece like Johnny
When I pull up they like there go Hodgie
Hating ass **** like damn he got it
Hating ass ****, fuck um, yeah
Hating ass bitch, fuck um, yeah
hating ass ****, fuck um, yeah
Hating ass bitch, fuck um, yeah
My **** gone spin yo block round
Pull out the drop let the top down
I made a bag on the lock down
These **** mad cuz I'm hot now
Bloop bloop bloop that's the cop sound
Told my lil **** put the glock down
**** pointing guns at they iPhone
Lil **** making shit hot now
Excuse me miss, pardon my drip
What's your name, you so thick
Excuse me ****, Is that yo bitch
She just hit a **** with a guac guac twist
I was in the spot when the shit got lit
I was on ya block when ya block got hit
I was in the drop that's a 4.6
When the cops came knocking **** I ain't seen shit
Smoking on gas all I need is a lighter
You ain't no rider you a back seat driver
And you no my **** T'd up like Tiger
You ain't really gettin money you a mafuccin liar
How many times I gotta tell these ****
Playing with my money you gone get ya shit murked
How many times I gotta tell these ****
They gone Put ya face all on a t shirt
Shorty in her feelings you gone get ya self hurt
Clean as a whistle but I jumped out the dirt
Put a few carrots in my Jesus piece
When I pull up lil **** like church
Hating ass ****, fuck um, yeah
Hating ass bitch, fuck um, yeah
hating ass ****, fuck um, yeah
Hating ass bitch, fuck um, yeah
My **** gone spin yo block round
Pull out the drop let the top down
I made a bag on the lock down
These **** mad cuz I'm hot now
Written by: Brandon Hodgers, Haidar Zeeshan, Kenneth Kimpe
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