Muziekvideo

Verschijnt in

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Koto.
Koto.
Songwriter
Dezmond Ross
Dezmond Ross
Songwriter

Songteksten

Keep talking bullets Boy you a fan Slide on a gang hear da glock & it jam I don't understand, Why yo bro in the dirt? Like why do yo mans get to ride in a hearse? You can pipe down or dis shit can get worse, see an opp, I see "Guts"manga panel Berserk! I'm sicker Ebola, we linking, Adolla- at the end of the day, niggas die when it burst I feel like Skyte, on some Evil Activity, money run out bet I'm robbing da bank! "Back 2 da basics", I fuck on yo mother, "Devotion" no Summrs, go broke? I "just cant" Rick Owens my feet, bitch I feel like I'm Yeat, "Poppin" got me "Luh Gëek"d, so it's clear I'm "Jus bëtter" Dragon Ball Broly, chop dumpin 500!, I got NINELIVES nigga sad vibes forever Say he gon press me? No you are not No you are not No you are not Spiritual So all you niggas is bots Whip out the Glaive when I'm hyper it pop! Homelander nigga, I cannot be stopped- 30 hollows condition, and retwist a loc We talking bands then I'm talkin' a lot He makin' "hit after hit" but it flop See blood and I'm fiendin' My shawty a demon, surrounded by demons Her brother, Kamado. Met his Fate nigga Saber, there's no time to save her, I wake & and slay her (slayr) ain't talking Kamado Niggas with egos all think you some gods, I'm just saying (saiyan) like Goku went up against Jiren In this game you a loser, and I'm da abuser- mad hatter on top like the Johnny depp hearing Oh my god Got the rubber bands, in my pants I'mma move it quick, They don't understand I got a plan and imma do that shit Ion even wanna talk about it 'less we on that "silly shit" Dick so big, fucking walk around with a limp Bitch is hot and ready like she baking up a cake, I need collard greens, rice and beans- on that dinner plate She a bald headed bitch talking shit, "Andrew Tate" Back then used to laugh, now my pockets getting weight She gon' pick it up! Drop it down! Throw it in REVERSE! Ion gotta say it they just know to go to "WERK!" Ion wanna deal with her, I know that she a flirt Gold fucking medal round my neck like I'm Kurt Bitch went between my legs like an 'eastbay' Lame hoes tryna hang I just tell em no way! Got a mask on in this bitch like I'm fucking Kanye Imma give the boy the fucking beats, Dr. Dre
Writer(s): Dezmond Ross Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out