Kredyty
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christopher Smith
Songwriter
Tekst Utworu
(Damn, Tye, you made this bitch too? The fuck got into you?)
I stomp for a reason
Know a couple **** died for this shit
We gon' blow, yeah, I know, no time for me to quit
Live by a code, they ever come around, they outta here
You gon' get somebody killed, can't be playin' in the field
He was playin' both sides, that's why his ass not here
Put trust in your guys and just never say shit
When he gunned a **** down, he ain't been the same since
This bitch got so many rounds, bitch, I swear I can't miss
Play my shit out of town like y'all play Drake's shit
Cool now, but back then, I wasn't the one to play with
They keep askin' how to win, I just say, "You can't quit"
Free my **** out the pen', really sick he ain't here
Tryna live how I live, know it feel kinda weird
Half of the shit I did got half of my **** killed
Probably mad I'm still here, but **** ain't on shit
I'm hip, if I lack, they gon' try to send a blitz
You know what the fuck goin' on, man
Free all the guys
Step on shit for no reason
I just heard somebody died, playin' like I'm OT, I'm the one that walked him down
**** swear they on that road, I'm the one that's on that 'Hound
The first one at the toilet every time shit go down (On God)
Hit that bitch with ten grams, nope, I can't sit around
Duct tape on the K, flip the clip around
Soon as a **** touch, yeah, yeah, that shit in town
I ain't gotta say shit, head doctor, paint shit
Take a hundred to the lab, I ain't gotta make it
Whip it up like cake mix, thuggin' since the basement
They keep askin' how to win, I just say, "You can't quit"
R.I.P. my **** Nuski, I'm sick you ain't here (RIP Nuski)
Them M's on the way, I can smell it, that shit near
Ice on my neck, ice 'bows in the air
I hate catchin' one, like to catch 'em in a pair
Written by: Christopher Smith

