Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tre Montreal
Tre Montreal
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Drum Dummie
Drum Dummie
Producer

Lyrics

I'm a blood spiller Hot boy cold killer You sold yo soul nigga I make them hoes get up I'm a real spitter A real guap getter I'm a big tipper Bankroll spender Came from rock bottom Top shotta Bow to the don dada The god father Yea I'm a shot caller Too young to pop bottles No we don't talk proper You want zero problems Trapstar yea my migo phone go boom Took off on the road won't see you soon Tried to ride my wave my shit monsoon I'm the highest nigga up here on the moon Yea we drop bodies Turn your block zombie Yea I drive mazis You can't call shotty Pocket full of mollies But I ain't come to party No I don't fuck with shawty I don't trust nobody No cap We the men in black Toting Big Macs Keep it on the side Like McDonald's fries Homicide Yea we seen it all the time Big facts Yellow tape and them white chalk lines I ain't lyin No cap We the men in black Toting Big Macs Keep it on the side Like McDonald's fries Homicide Yea we seen it all the time Big facts Yellow tape and them white chalk lines I ain't lyin
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