Lyrics

On the scene with the realest The any beat killers I don't do chit chatters Gotta work for the cheddars Every other day I'm out I'm from the east and it's way down south These boys ain't what they talkin' bout You ain't shit so shut your mouth Ay A brief count down 10 lil boys keep making sounds 9 of them gon' play around Only one that's really bout 8 don't mean longevity You stuck in a loop that's agony Oh 7 beats you got for me? That's 7 hits up on repeat Jordan 6s on my feet Five-0 on a killing spree 4 horsemen 1 on the beat Kill the track and make it bleed 3 AM I'm not asleep 2 PM it's time to eat 1 time for my boys at home I'll come back with the plaque on me Turn around Skrrrt bow Ain't no rest till hunnid thou When I talk I do it loud Make these bitchin' shoutin' wow ay Yeah Pop Smoke that Dior Dior Shawty like that Giorgio Yeah I'll raise my mijo mijo While I'm drippin' Dior Dior On the scene with the realest The any beat killers I don't do chit chatters Gotta work for the cheddars Every other day I'm out I'm from the east and it's way down south These boys ain't what they talkin' bout You ain't shit so shut your mouth Shawty bounce that shit How you gon' blow but don't take no risk Take my place but the shoe don't fit Yeah I'm in control like some voodoo shit Got a new phone like who is this Shoot my shot yeah I don't miss Shoutout my boys they back home So bright you can't see my shadow Im good I don't need your ammo Im good I don't need your help tho OG like a damn Nintendo My wood like an OG Kendo No covid, we'll lock it down Red and white but ain't no clown Cops are here go vroom vroom now Dying to live Live on the daily Workin' so hard To buy a Mercedes Money come slow Money go quick Fuck with a bitch Cheat on your lady Said I'm gon' make it Didn't believe me Friend or a foe? You look a lil shady She call me baby like my name is Kirk Shoutin' "Let's go" I feel like Dababy Killin' a beat, you don't gotta pay me Do it for fun not for the GRAMMYs Drip so fresh, makin' it rainy Still drop bars when I hit 80 Nothin' to do, we do 180s Nothin' to do, so bring your ladies Homie switch and snitch on you He a rat he'll do 180 Behind bars you do one 80 That's a life May not or maybe How's a snake and a rat the same? Lot of things can do you dirty Lot of things I'll do at 30 Lot of tings I'll do at 30 I don't think you understand me Over your head like a roof oh baby yeah On the scene with the realest The any beat killers I don't do chit chatters Gotta work for the cheddars Every other day I'm out I'm from the east and it's way down south These boys ain't what they talkin' bout You ain't shit so shut your mouth
Writer(s): Bennett Aryasuta Kusumah Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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