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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brandon Alexander Welsh
Brandon Alexander Welsh
Songwriter
Tyrone Bennet
Tyrone Bennet
Songwriter
Devin Jones
Devin Jones
Songwriter

Lyrics

Yo Real shit I cannot lie I am so tired of Niggas Just let me get back in my zone And I swear I'll retired these Niggas And I am so tired of seeing these Cool kids that No from de block But claiming these spots knowing They de nah what dey talk bout But it's all music huh We'll look here turn my music up And tell ya girl roll that weed up Materfact when she done Tell her get up on a pole an Let me see what it is they feenin' foe But I guess I see what it is I'm just not that type of nigga But to give you good dick from good spit Yeah I'm that type of nigga But I can still be her new remedy We've been friends since elementary An I cannot say that I hit her No But I do know I would hit it slow An we've been back tight Since she friended me She messaging that's if you member me An I couldn't tell her I didn't no She messaged me back An said keep this low Uno bale not controlling what you doing Let me show you how fe do this Ain't nothing but a yawd boi But a yawd boi making real trap music Tryna tell ya no fuk wit me dawg Got power Don't make a Nigga use it Ain't tryna go up in that arsenal dog Cuz me bale dey Don't go for that bull shit Just in case I gotta pull da Thang out Run up on a young nigga Give 'em like four of dem Niggas know I'm bout my money all day Put dope in ya hand And you know it ain't no oweing in Young niggas on the strip we controlling dem Known chopper came thru an we got it in Six fifty grand coupe tryna touch a M You test on who Off with his Niggas froze up When we roll up Got the candy cane nigga no cut She a bad bitch and she chose up Got the white squares and dem gold dust Keep you scratching and sniffing We pack it and ship it Send them things out We just wait on them digits Ain't trusting them hoes We just fucking them bitches You play with my work I'm massaging them triggers Like bow bow bow Nigga gun man talk Pussy getting fucked when the gun man walk Money coming in cause the work going out I just take a deep breath While I'm clutching that pump Nigga act tough then he getting aired out Hear them buck shots everybody clear out Hear them buck shots everybody clear out Kano de run things What de fuck you hear bout Uno bale not controlling what you doing Let me show you how fe do this Ain't nothing but a yawd boi But a yawd boi making real trap music Tryna tell ya no fuk wit me dawg Got power Don't make a Nigga use it Ain't tryna go up in that arsenal dog Cuz me bale dey Don't go for that bull shit Uno bale not controlling what you doing Let me show you how fe do this Ain't nothing but a yawd boi But a yawd boi making real trap music Tryna tell ya no fuk wit me dawg Got power Don't make a Nigga use it Ain't tryna go up in that arsenal dog Cuz me bale dey Don't go for that bull shit
Writer(s): Tyrone Bennet Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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