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PERFORMING ARTISTS
G Herbo
G Herbo
Vocals
Tay Keith
Tay Keith
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brytavious Chambers
Brytavious Chambers
Composer
Herbert R Wright
Herbert R Wright
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tay Keith
Tay Keith
Producer
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up Uh, 16, I bought a strap (no bap) 17, too many guns, by 18, I caught a case (facts) In here fuckin' with Tay Keith, but like Tay-K, I did a race (vroom) F&N, featherweight, I barely feel it on my waist That's why I walk like this, talk like that Iced out all my niggas, bitch, 'cause I'm a boss like that (swerve) Puttin' miles on my foreign, fuck my exhaust like that (just like that) Overkill 'em, why you had to nail him to the cross like that (dang) Fire the block and we peelin' (skrr) I feel dressed like a villain Still'll get hit when I'm chillin' (brrr) Ain't went cray but I'm willin' Send that pay when they billin' (ayy, ayy) Money tall like the cellin' (cellin') I don't know no better feelin' (no better fellin') This bitch ridin' my denim Price went up like a million (skrr, skrr) I just cashed out (cash) My lil' shooter with me, he like 20, he gon' crash out I blend in with savages, you see-through like a glasshouse Never caught no body in here, get your pussy ass out, fuck nigga Shout out my lil' mans, call him Xan 'cause he slump niggas (slump niggas) I might pull up Ghost, Rolls, I been bought the truck, nigga Know you know that sayin', if it's up there then it's stuck, nigga (stuck) Hit 'em in his head, he ain't get up but he stuck nigga (he stuck) Killer where you been? I been tryna see what's up with you (what's up?) Wrappin' rubber bands, that's okay, I understand (a'ight) Pop-out dolo, I be chillin' with the fans (uh, uh, uh) They like, "Swervo, how you much you pay for that watch, a hunnid grand?" Hell, yeah (uh) And I got this bitch on everywhere If a nigga try it, he gon' have to fire, hell yeah Death be everywhere, I smell it in the air When the oppers die, was you still outside? Hell, yeah I ain't never hide, uh, I'm forever ridin' (I'm forever ridin') I've seen homicides, but not televised (real life) I've been 'round killers, most of 'em on my momma side (on my momma side) Saw a murder at nine, ever since been traumatized But fuck it (fuck that shit) When I made it out trenches, said a nigga lucky (say what?) Some got into one of my hitters, man, he been reluctant (damn) Ran into a couple hiccups but that shit was nothin' (shit ain't nothin') Lawyer money' I ain't stayin', get that shit deducted Threw up in my Lamb' truck, inside of the whip disgustin' (gross) How these bitches bussin', don't say nothin', they just get fuckin' I don't want no bum bitches (hoe), see me and they and they get to buckin' (bitch) Boys ain't on the crumb, they might see me and just get to duckin' (bah) For real, niggas see me, tuck they tails, for real (I ain't lyin') Ask about No Limit, bitch, we run the jails, for real .40 steel, bought a new four nick, I tote my .40 still I've on some shit out here like five M's before the deal (ayy) Soon as the ink dried, I spend a whole ticket on some wheels Know that shit was stupid, I just wanted to see how it feels (no bap) Stood over my nigga dyin', and I really cried tears Every year I get above ground, bitch, I gotta live It is what it is, it ain't Benz, or it is And before I miss my kids, put the sig on his ribs I ain't never did a bid, but we split some niggas wigs (got 'em) I be rappin' for the streets, you niggas rappin' for the pigs (listen) (Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
Writer(s): Herbert Wright, Brytavious Lakeith Chambers Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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