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ALBUMSuper Tecmo BoBoldy James & The Alchemist

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Boldy James
Boldy James
Vocals
ICECOLDBISHOP
ICECOLDBISHOP
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Daniel Alan Maman
Daniel Alan Maman
Songwriter
James Clay Jones III
James Clay Jones III
Songwriter
Reginald Darnell Rainey III
Reginald Darnell Rainey III
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Alchemist
The Alchemist
Producer
Eddie Sancho
Eddie Sancho
Mixing Engineer
Joe La Porta
Joe La Porta
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

How much you want for it? What I want for what? Uh, it's just a water tank Yeah, okay Back and forth, shell casings scattered 'cross the concrete Pass the torch, bullet fragments splash across your mom jeep Eatin' Chinese inside the hooptie, bitch, we five deep And right beside me, a semi-automatic mind piece Niggas killed my cousin, so it's fuck you, I deny peace Scope police dogs sniffin', hide the weed inside of my sneaks Caught that twitter talkin' nigga slippin', now I'm geeked Baby, hand that towel to wipe that nigga blood off my fleece See, got a Hawk, but traded for my blazer just like Rasheed I shifted to the D with extra pieces, bitch, I'm tryna eat Until I make like twenty-five, I keep like ten racks set aside Just for a rainy day, in case I gotta keep a play alive Got a throwaway inside the truck It's a full time job to try to stay alive When if a fuck nigga gettin' out of line He gettin' hog tied with a Christmas light, motherfucker If they get out of line, baow You see, see this water tank You're a fiend beyond comprehension Weak, junkie, rat Where we at? They call me Bo Jack 'cause I run pills and I dump base (yeah) Whole battle was an uphill climb Nigga had to grind it out like the front brakes (brakes) Workin' nine-to-five, no lunch breaks Nigga tryna open up the flood gates (where we at with it?) Like a uncut brick, all a nigga need is one take (let's get it) Take one, action (ayy) Me and Swally had three bodies on the same gun 'Fore they snatched him (bro bro) Now we live at the Franklin (uh) Held it down, kept it too real 'Fore he died, never got to thank him (at all) Dog ranned off with the pack Caught him down bad and we spanked him (brr) Burnin' opps in the Backwood Me and Jody in the Benzito (what else?) Whole hood know about Lil Dave, caught up with him, he finito Up above y'all like I'm Skeecho, quatro, cinco, shells sing slow Hit him two times with the Gleeko (Bah-bah), now he flyin' up Pico (ayy) With Guadalupe and Frederico (yeah), 1942, Meek flow (let's get it) Turnin' kis to a souffle, extra few K, get a free O (you know it) Trap hard or go home, nigga had to use his shoebox for a bank Fiend on his way to the scrap yard He just stole another hot water tank Where we at with it? How much for the Ah, it's just a water tank
Writer(s): James Clay Jones, Reginald Darnell Rainey, Alan Daniel Maman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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