Teledysk

Teledysk

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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Justin Keyson Dobyns
Justin Keyson Dobyns
Songwriter

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Bitch ass ****, let's play little bank take big bank
You stupid drunk face ass
That's all you like to do, bitch
Is get drunk and talk shit
Rule number one, stay focused, get money
Rule number two, don't act like a dummy
Rule number three, don't take disrespect
You gotta pop him if he actin' funny
Oh he only a big man around his buddies
In reality, they mad they not gettin cuddy
I would put the piece down and pick the fist up
But they don't wanna fight, they tryna gun me
So I hawk him down, they can't outrun me
I gotta do him first, won't let them dub me
**** be bitches, broke with no riches
That's why they girl bouncin' on dick like a bunny
Vitamin C in the mag get him sunny
He must wanna get slimed out, nose super runny
He tried to steal from me, he wasn't cunning
So I pulled up to his place & I started gunning
Like ****, like ****, why the fuck you runnin'
You in this situation cause you frontin
He shot at that **** thinkin' shit was sweet
I shot at that **** back, I started dumping
He thought I wouldn't do it, he thought I wouldn't do it
He must've thought under pressure, I'd be crumblin
Hell no, about respect, I am not fumblin
Red beam to his head, I heard it was humblin
Beat on that ****, man, he caught a pumplin
Did a hot shit, cook a **** like a dumpling
Don't be scared, this is what you want
Oh it's not? well why did you put up a front
This shit real life, ****, not a stunt
Now look at you, you boutta turn into runtz
This **** was beggin', he tryna plead
Now he in the air, blowin' tumbleweed
Now he in the ground, plant him like a seed
All over the media, all on my feed
Assassinate him like the Creed
That boy done got blitzed, tryna play with me
Now he up in the sky, hope that **** free
And that goes for anyone who take his lead
Written by: Justin Keyson Dobyns
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