Créditos
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dalton Williams
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sphynx
Producer
Letra
Nine killas they comin for digits
They want just to be me
They better just pray
Bitch hoe
Yah you better quick playing
You better stayin livid
It's best you just fade
I got some problems
That can't control
I know it's flesh
But I need it to drain
Hope think it's lost
Might be forgotten
Mistaken maybe I'm all just the blame
Blow some
Choke one
Kick the back door
Dogs come screamin
Runnin from they homes
Eyes wide open
Aiming on they own
Bloodline ain't no breathing
They just thirty jawbones
Give yah some take
Why they beggin to stay
Dirty but dirty ain't junkies mistakes
Druggies just druggies misfits yah we laced
Fucked up plantation addiction don't play
Eyes rolled back with the pedal on the floor
Pissed off demon in the backseat ripping bongs
Ain't no attention to the surface with the cross
Like some pussies on a death wish
and I'd like to check em off
Talked about a fucked up mind on a come up
Industry hate me cause I'm real aint no cut off
Why you gotta be a bitch
Pussy boy
Talkin all that shit like you came up from the sticks
I got one for the bitches and the fuck ups
Ain't nun knew mixin death with some ruckus
Lindy Boggs itchin for some action like a killer
She might take one
Take all
Sell em all to hitler
Pissed off minnis on the back of the highway
Ain't nun right shootin needles like a lightweight
My race
My faith
Bitch ass Friday
Ain't no life for yah pussy ass idol
Written by: Dalton Williams
