Kredyty

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joseph Carlos Constancia
Joseph Carlos Constancia
Songwriter
Corey Jackson
Corey Jackson
Songwriter
Tezhan Calhoun
Tezhan Calhoun
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jchron
Jchron
Producer
Jchron & CoJack Blowstack$
Jchron & CoJack Blowstack$
Mixing Engineer

Tekst Utworu

This the first rap I wrote in a while I got my weed smoke in a pile
Feelin' heartbroken to denial Feels like the devil follows me where I go
These girls like me I know But I'm still crazy enough to try though
The shit I go through just to make this girl my hoe
Sorry if you found that offensive Hopefully the apology's accepted
I'm just makin' an attempt to vent this Tryin' to empty my thoughts, sorta like my
Mentions All you do is take my words and fuckin' bend
Them Time to get back on the mic and spit relentless
So my heart is what I'll lend them Since the earth is too cold, wrap the world
Up in a trench coat Since fourteen, when it came to rappin', I've
Been dope Chillin' with the homies, gettin' baked and
We playin' Nintendo When it comes to these raps, I stay in the
End zone Seven points for every line, and carry the decimals
Have the crowd pumped up like TB12 when he says, let's go
Let's go, let's go Put your bitch in the friend zone
Put your bitch in the friend zone
Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go
Yeah, we up in the end zone Yeah, we up in the end zone
Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go
Put your bitch in the friend zone Put your bitch in the friend zone
Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go
Then I'm bringin' her friends home Then I'm bringin her friends home
Then I'm bringing her friends home
Yeah, she all in my ringtone
Beatin' on my chest, call it King Kong
Oh my goodness
Yeah, we gonna be gone
I don't even know if I should be home
Shit, wait, let me get a plate
Yeah, I'm tryna eat
Eat up on your date
Eat up on your date
Can I get a taste
Can I get a taste, please
Let me get a pay
Let me paint
Let me spray
Let me please do it
Every, every day
Every, every way
What I'm gonna pay
She say 50K
I say, bitch, you cray
Damn, let me switch it
Switch up in the bitchin
Yeah, she bitchin
Hoppin' in the kitchen
Goddamn, why you hippin' in the pants
Why you hittin', why you hittin'
Lookin' like you spam
You a ham
Fuckin' pig, fuckin' pig
Smoke a cig with some kids
Let's go, let's go
Put your bitch in the friend zone
Put your bitch in the friend zone
Let's go, let's go, let's go
Yeah, we up in the end zone
Yeah, we up in the end zone
Let's go, let's go
Put your bitch in the friend zone
Put your bitch in the friend zone
Let's go, let's go
Then I'm bringin' her friends home
Then I'm bringin' her friends home
Let's go
Up in the end zone
Not in the friend zone, ay
Baby mama hit me, she buggin
Cause I'm on the block, no, we thuggin
Lookin' out for ops, got him duckin
Police sirens, really runnin
Really got a **** runnin
Baby mama really buggin
I turn nothin' into somethin
That's on my life ain't frontin
Hollows, hit him like I hit the bottle
I hit my bottle
toss em right outta the Tahoe
Got some muck
**** feel dressed like a throttle
**** a potho
My dick on **** don't want smoke
Ay, I get it jumpin' out the telly
Put my dick in yo bitch belly
There ain't nothin' you can tell me
There ain't nothin' you can sell me
Hit my ditty bop on' these bitches
**** round me dry snitchin
Cause I get it in in the kitchen
A **** know how to whip it
Dunkin' on him, Blake Griffin
Molly Montana, she slippin
I'm with the set
Spendin' your block, hit a **** on that
Smokin' this pack
So loud, make a **** go deaf
I feel like Steph
Toosie slide on a **** right left
Wet him up, got him drownin
Hope he take his last breath
**** are stuck in they feelings
My money is up to the ceiling
All of your **** be snitchin
And all of my **** the realest
Written by: Corey Jackson, Joseph Carlos Constancia, Tezhan Calhoun
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