Muziekvideo
Muziekvideo
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gregory Hobson
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gregory Hobson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Pheelthabveat
Engineer
Songteksten
When I hop in the door, you standing on your feet
I said leave and she back, I'm really pushy P
**** say that the smoke I brought the grabb a leaf
I see you in the V, I'm hoppin out on feet
Got me feeling like Brady, throwing bullets deep
**** keep talking down, but won't say it to me
Real Cleveland **** just know it get wicked
They came with them sticks, and I ain't talking tennis
Got me feeling like Bron, y'all all just here to witness
Born for this shit, ain't never ran a scrimmage
Really worked out the block, it felt like planet fitness the fitz
Till I'm six, till I die, then y'all just hit a witness
I taught a guy how to ask for forgiveness
For all of the opps that I really been smoking
All my lil' fuckers fucking the dope, I be blowing
Got his blood on my hand from the way I'm exposed
The boy said that he gonna come on, ****, show me
I get you double-crossed, pussy, ****, ho
Show up with the bills and the holy matrimony
Living life like Soprano, but I feel like Tony
Got a chopper on me, I'm riding from my home
You say you know me, but you can never know me, bitch
You know I'm on it, I'm on it, I'm on it, I'm on it, I'm on it
Written by: Gregory Hobson


