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Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brandon Alexander Welsh
Songwriter
Tyrone Bennet
Songwriter
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
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