Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
elijah james bruner
Songwriter
Kame Koji
Songwriter
lukas zimmerman
Songwriter
Lyrics
Im poppin' off throwin' roxy in my sock
While I'mm runnin' from the cops
They won't catch me on my block
I got that, 4'5 problem solver in my pocket
I'm steady mobbin'
With all my fuckin' goblins
I don't give a fuck
And I got bodies in the closet
Steady robbin'
Like money in my wallet gross profit (gross profit)
It got me feeling kinda nauseous
Steady spittin' up this vomit
While I'm drippin' like a faucet yay ay
Hotboxin' in the hearse
I ain't bad motherfucker I'm the worst
I'ma come right back
Back like a curse
I'ma slice 'em all open leave 'em dead in the dirt ay ay
Hotboxin' in the hearse
I ain't bad motherfucker I'm the worst
I'ma come right back
Back like a curse
I'ma slice 'em all open leave 'em dead in the dirt ay
I got that, 4'5 problem solver in my pocket
I'm steady mobbin'
With all my fuckin' goblins
I don't give a fuck
And I got bodies in the closet
Steady robbin'
Like money in my wallet gross profit
See me on the 9
On the grind
Hop up in the scene
See my candy paint, wood grain
Grippin' on a stain
And I got the bang, with the 9
When I get pulled over
Blast up on the police like I'm creeping
Knocking on yo door
We could get it down, with the time
Like we angel grease
Pop on yo drain with the thang
Like I'm MR. CLEAN
Stop fuckin; with me
I'ma be that motherfucker that you see up in yo dream
Ima fuck around and clean
With the devil street sweeper knockin' out you rap divas
Racer car, impala creeper, pull up mamacita
Two heater seater with the 9 millimeter
Racer car, impala creeper, pull up mamacita
Written by: Kame Koji, elijah james bruner, lukas zimmerman

