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PERFORMING ARTISTS
shaun artrix roberson
shaun artrix roberson
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
shaun artrix roberson
shaun artrix roberson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Blon 415 miir
Blon 415 miir
Co-Producer

Letra

Yea I be posted with the yeas ****
Yeah, ****, you tryna end up like your dead ****
We out here tryna duck the feds, ****
Cyclops **** all I see is red ****
Yeah, ****, head shots, fuck a leg, ****
That **** DOA he a dead **** Thinking with his dick, shoulda used his head, ****
Catch me posted with my yeahs **** If I mention names, then he a dead ****
Cyclops, bitch, all I see is red, **** They took my **** from the county to the feds, **** (now it's free em)
Now he whippin' spreads, **** 24-hour lockdown for bustin' heads, ****
**** Told on my ****, so now he on that bed, **** Thinkin' to himself like, damn, I shoulda bled, ****
Got you politickin with your kids through a damn mirror
Your daughter cryin', you can see it, but you can't hear her
She put her hand up on the mirror, but you can't feel her
Your daughter heartbroke & now her daddy can't heal her
(Goddamn)
Yup cause he a killer, He was raised up by the snakes, but through to gorillas
Now He won't get to see his daughter blossom from a caterpillar
Stepped on her boyfriend at the age of 12 for playin' with her
(Ooh wee)
Yeah, ****, you tryna end up like your dead ****
We out here tryna duck the feds, ****
Cyclops, ****, all I see is red, **** Yeah, ****, headshots, fucka, leg, ****
That **** D.O.A., he a dead **** Thinkin' with his dick, shoulda used his head, ****
4-nickel Got a lemon squeeze, spittin' lead, ****
Something like the boogie man I'm I'm under your bed, ****
That Bitch a cougar, I just got some dough and got some head ****
Right hand got my 4-nickel
Left hand, grippin' hair, ****
I be damned if he get up on me like a fan, ****
Fuck ****, get the FN on the dead ****
My lil' **** hyped out, but he ain't took his meds ****
My lil ****, mama smoking dope he say he done with livin
But he a gremlin, he ain't gotta take a Percocet to bounce out with extensions
They popped my lil' **** once, so he be doin' missions
He said he finna keep spinnin' until these **** ain't grinning
Check the scoreboard, huh, yea we winnin
My lil' **** slidin', doin' killings
You Said you got a 9 to 5, you a civilian
Tell your **** keep quiet if they wanna keep living
Ha, ha, yeah, **** Tryna end up like your dead ****
We out here tryna throw the feds, **** Cyclops, ****, all I see is red, ****
Ha, ha, yeah, **** Headshots, fuck a leg, ****
That **** deal with he a dead **** Thinkin' what his dick should've used his head, ****
Ooh wee
Written by: shaun artrix roberson
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