Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
William Michael Cifredo
William Michael Cifredo
Songwriter

Lyrics

Yea you know I’m finna pop my shit
I’m in the booth right now
Sippin’ Peppermint Tea
Brackin
Toonz
Yea, kumbaya Sleepy that’s what all my people be calling me
If it add up, let it weigh in, I’m bleedin’ like arteries
They say they want smoke my backwood is empty
They looking like fire weed
I hope they don’t choke on clouds that I blow
I’m maxing capacity
How you getting bands but they never fit inside a Nike duffle
Put it all together like a puzzle
King of the ring royal rumble
Bet I talk my shit like Stone Cold, Moved a lil’ Rock and a lil’ Kane
Disrespectful lil’ **** like X Pac
Popped a Triple H now I’m in the game
Send shots, dare you, I won’t spare you
Got cho’ bitch now, good brain, Jai Wu
North side gwalla gang, guala gang
Good change
Hunch cho’ back now Notre Dame Notre Dame
I’m taking what’s mines while **** take care of you
Top of the morning I’m floating like parachutes
Look what these carrots do
Liu Kang kick, Bruce Lee with the feet, put Toonz on the beat
Get her loose when she geeked
Popped 2 and a 3
Damn Scottie I’m in trouble give my goon to a freak like
Break that, if that ass phat then it’s Kit Kat
Need a big bag all big caps, swipe swipin’ shit getcha’ bag snatched
Then I hoped off in the shower, swag on Tommy that’s Power
Bet a hundred thousand I’m like Rose at the garden
Do a triple step back I observe like I’m Harden like
Yea, she take it wit’ ease then look in my eyes
Like papa what’s free, that gwopo is free
Feeling like Pluto got birds up my sleeve
If they mentioning Sleep then they mentioning B’s
Pop out with champs lookin like Balenci’s
She told me I’m freeze, cold hearted degrees
Bitó infin packed the dope to my knees
Send shots, dare you, I won’t spare you
Got cho’ bitch now, good brain, Jai Wu
North side gwalla gang, guala gang
Good change
Hunch cho’ back now Notre Dame Notre Dame
Yea, that honey is sweet, might need a meet
Might need a hive like Fredo go live
Dippin’ my nuggets in lean where the pies
Grippin’ no holster, they clutchin’ like coasters
Smooth his top over it look like a soldier
Came with the water I’m leaking the border
Got my hands dirty I trophied the shovel
I been shooting shit since hi points
Caught my first charge off B&E
Beat the whole case from a checkpoint
Bet the jack boys been Prada me
Struggled wit’ mama no Dolce’ Gabbana
Came a long way from the caddy’s and hondas
Slid cross her tongue then I cruised down her tonsils
Calling it even you greet me with honor, ok
I thought about you then got back to counting
I climbed up the mountain bitch give me respect
Anything else ima’ need me a check
Got no convo for a zero balance
Beat the pot down like bongo
I can do this shit witta’ blindfold
I can do this shit with my eyes closed
Written by: William Michael Cifredo
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