Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Craven
Songwriter
Lyrics
Look my **** it's the mob thank you for fucking with me ****
Devious moneyway cause there ain't no funny way ****
Aye
Got my **** Loui V on the track **** fuck you mean ****
Big b's hold up
Aye
So I don't know if he a bad guy, but he given off some bad vibes
**** I'm a dog you can't see me thru these cat eyes
Glock sing a lullaby your momma sing a sad cry
Lookin back on this like is it that hard to act right
Everybody shining don't start trippin over black ice
Cops was on skates just like the place was the half pipe
Now I'm laying low before my **** make it max height
Don't even live at home these **** mad they see my bag right
Sitting on the bench just like it's post game or half time
Im a sharp shooter I got great aim I pack mine
Shooting all these ops in the backside with Mac-9
**** underrated but I promise it's the last time
Even touch this water if you fell down baptized
I'm a make the trade I give a fuck about the capsize
Hottest in the city please debate a greater stat line
Cause **** you would probably brag too if you had mine
Aye hear me out though, hear me out though aye hear me out though
It's Loui V
Slide through an this bitch want to suck me
Hold up but she might get lucky
In my bag 20k in my Duffy
Got the login cause the bitch say she trust me
**** I ain't never been no hoe ****
Got some money but I really need some more ****
Fuck a deuce a whole eight is what I pour ****
Feds on my ass I'm a have to get ghost
Don't even hit my line if it's not about pros
I ain't even gonna speak if she not trynna hold
An if I ain't take your bitch, **** where did she go
Kay kick like this bitch know Taekwondo
Aye aye look imma set it off
Said your **** touch a little, I'm a get it all
Ya we're going if you like so please don't get involved
When this bitch see me out she trynna pull down my drawers
An I'm off the molly shawty knew it from the get go
Off six points toe tapping like the end zone
Some shit on my chest too heavy for a lint roll
Heard she got a man but damn she fucking in the friend zone
I took apart his body at the party for a wishbone
Thousand dollar phone but I don't even got a ringtone
Ops want to tap me but they can't find the Info
Ghosting my P.O. Like he just didn't get the memo
Ain't heard you in a month damn David keep it simple
Lately I been ganging popping ops like a pimple
Rapping with the team chopping **** like a smoothie
Gucci on my waist but the track made for Loui
Devious the mob bitch my life's like a movie
An bitch I'm a dog she said scooby please do me
Ops love to talk till they chalked with a Uzi
Menace to society these other **** goofy bitch
Written by: David Craven