Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Thola
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kenneth Kelly
Songwriter
Lyrics
Bitches blowing up my phone them bitches know better
(Bitch!)
**** sliding all through the zone them **** know better
(Bitch!)
And them Gen 5 goes crazy but I like Gen 4 Better
(Gman)
If it was Friday then I would smoke you **** I’d blow hector
(On God!)
**** you a drop you ain’t no shooter you a cold stepper
(Pussy!)
Bitch it’s Banked Up I bet the exotic **** like a snow leopard
(What?!)
I was no pressure for o Hector throw your bro sweater
(Boom!)
I got to slow down take time and stack my cho better
(On God!)
Sliding I know they feeling we applying more pressure
(Yeah)
Hashtag BU4L 30 we known steppers
(Thumb Gang)
Slide got em on the hills the **** known sketchers
(Ahahaha!)
You a bitch you all in the field **** with no pepper
(Pussy)
He might be crazy to you but to me he a sucker
(Full blooded bitch)
Ask him about me I’m a soul snatcher a whip beater upper
(3O)
Score just got me one bitch I need me another
(Gotem!)
You knew she was fag you knew she was a tucker
(Fagget)
Cause a flash I’m out of town and get them out they comfort
(On God!)
Finesse him with the birds like e-40 we stay on her bumper
(Dammnn)
You a grown man do what you want with that cheese before you hump her
(Ahuhh)
And keep that bitch away from the team before a team **** bump her
(3O)
Murder team me and LilMoz doing scenes in the under
(Rrrrraaa!)
The hardest part is cleaning up shells after squeezing that thumper
(On God!)
Shouldn’t told I’m on the block strategically hunting
(on ****!)
Them **** shocked them **** lums  23 be the number
(Nerds!)
Tell lil fame **** be blowing really finna make it
(Watch)
Money chain around the corner just have a lil patience
(Hold On!)
Big rapping that’s the position have these bitch **** hating
(Whole team)
I rip 20’s like they come knocking on the click you better take it
(Take it!)
Politicking at the round table we do skits blood
(Skits!)
Fuck all the talking give me the addy if we gone get blood
(Goteemm!)
Whole house getting blacked out or we gone get blood ?
(Let me know!)
Box him in if he bake bread we gone zip bloods
Hit they block make something shake just like a salt shaker
(Boom!)
I be with gangsters all my gangsters looking like ball players
(3O)
She don’t know how to talk but she like to walk so she the call taker
(Bitch!)
Block she a hood Uber aka my all call taker
Free tizle out the cage because he a pit ****
(Pit ****!)
A red nose a real bully my 3O sick ****
(Sick ****!)
G 24 hold twenty fo like Marshawn Lynch ****
(Blahhh)
Shawty slugs in this mag I got like 6 ****
(Bbb blahh)
Dice game rich work **** watch me do this
(Back back!)
Ten to 4,6,8 oh that’s a hunnid I’m running through this
(Goteem!)
Lil fame don’t give change he’s thumbing to sick
(Whoooo)
Same gang I’ll never change **** I’m to click
(Five one)
Written by: Kenneth Kelly