Music Video
Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lud Foe
Vocals
Cago Leek
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Willie James Akins Jr.
Songwriter
Cago Leek
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kid Wond3r
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I'm the stick-up man, jack boy, tryna rob the dope man
Bullets make you tap dance, Xan's make me slow dance
Did so many drills, broke the pin in my four fifth
Blunt rollin', gun totin' ****, we don't throw hands
VIP, I walk inside the club then I throw bands
She gave me a lap dance but she ain't use no hands
Caught an op, we blew 'em down but we ain't use no fans
'74 Cutlass made him thought that I was an old man
[Verse 2]
Minivan, hot head, dread head, Tarzan
Only ride new shit, Cago is a car head
Thick bitch, new shit, wettin' up my bed
Always a snitch ****, tell 'em what I did
Why the fuck this bitch **** act like he a hard head?
Over flat, I ain't tryin' to be around no Harley's
Magic trick, watch me whip this dope and make the carbon
Red bitch, I don't give no fucks if she was dark skin
We whip dope, we whip hoes, we whip foreigns, all that
Wrist clean, ear clean, neck clean, all that
Fifty in this MAC, go, he caught all that
Skeet all in her face, not her back, she caught all that
Eww, eww, eww
[Verse 3]
You say yous a trapper boy, you know you get your clone on
You can't sell that dope 'cause they know that shit stepped on
Murk in the club, bitch, your head gon' get stepped on
Bullets rip your chest, should've wore you a Teflon
Concrete soakin' up your blood like a tampon
Young **** trappin' on that curb with my Mike's on
Eww, eww, eww
[Verse 4]
Bitch, when I get in that cat, I'ma clap, where her walls at?
****, if you snitch, you's a rat, what we call that?
I just hit a lick, scratch the check, where the mall at?
All these **** dissin' on the net but where y'all at?
Boy, you out there trappin', I'ma put this TEC where your skull at
[Verse 5]
I fuck her from the back, never call back, call back
Tea bag, made her lick my ballsack, where her halls at?
Green beam on your bald cap, ****, fall back
Please don't say nothin' crazy 'cause the police got my phone tapped
Bet not get caught over, if fuck boy don't use the wrong map
Your mama on the way over here to give me some of that grown back
Fuck her for an hour, you'd think Stella got her groove back
Aggravated battery on this Pyrex, bitch, I blue stacks
Eww
Written by: Willie James Akins Jr.