Music Video
Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Davon Johnson
Songwriter
Lyrics
It's a cinema shitttmee
Gang (Hey where's Rolo?)
Every op shot
Glaa Glaa Glaa
Glaa Glaa Glaa (Obeyukilledis one)
Gang
It's Bubba (It's Bubba)
Like no other (Like no other)
Hopping out clicking
Tryna put em under (Put em under)
On the hunt (On the hunt)
He a runner
Gotta stay wit my g
I can't go word to mother
I go hard for the squad
I'ma ride for my brothers
We don't talk to the feds
Niggas be undercover
If you talk on my deads
Then you meeting each other
On the road to the green
Serve to feins out the gutta
It's Bubba (It's Bubba)
Like no other (Like no other)
Hopping out clicking
Tryna put em under (Put em under)
On the hunt (On the hunt)
He a runner
Gotta stay wit my g
I can't go word to mother
I go hard for the squad
I'ma ride for my brothers
We don't talk to the feds
Niggas be undercover
If you talk on my deads
Then you meeting each other
On the road to the green
Serve to feins out the gutta
Keep a g
Move tact
In the field
Bitch you know
I can't lack
Niggas cap on the net
And they talk behind backs
Politicking don't got time for that
Off a perc
Watch how time collapse
With the thotty
She shaking the jat
She a smoochie
She making it clap
She get neaky
Once she hit the trap
Ganja gang bitch
We flipping them packs
Niggas talk all that smoke
Had an asthma attack
If you play with my bread
Bitch that's how you get whacked
Feel like 917
I'm addicted to racks racks
And my niggas still dropping the hat
Try to play with my bread
You'll get turned to a pack
Smoking all of these deads
Think I need to relax
Nah I'm chatting lil bitch
You can tell that I'm smack
Let's get litty
Start throwing it back
She gon turn up the function
Don't got time for a chat
We can't hang with no goofies
Can't party with rats
If a bitch try to line
She'll get popped like a flat
If gang popping out
We turn up to the max
We make movies IMAX
It's a cinema shit me
You know where I'm at
You get hit with some shit
That'll take you off the map
It's Bubba (It's Bubba)
Like no other (Like no other)
Hopping out clicking
Tryna put em under (Put em under)
On the hunt (On the hunt)
He a runner
Gotta stay wit my g
I can't go word to mother
I go hard for the squad
I'ma ride for my brothers
We don't talk to the feds
Niggas be undercover
If you talk on my deads
Then you meeting each other
On the road to the green
Serve to feins out the gutta
It's Bubba (It's Bubba)
Like no other (Like no other)
Hopping out clicking
Tryna put em under (Put em under)
On the hunt (On the hunt)
He a runner
Gotta stay wit my g
I can't go word to mother
I go hard for the squad
I'ma ride for my brothers
We don't talk to the feds
Niggas be undercover
If you talk on my deads
Then you meeting each other
On the road to the green
Serve to feins out the gutta
It's Bubba (It's Bubba)
Like no other (Like no other)
Hopping out clicking
Tryna put em under (Put em under)
On the hunt (On the hunt)
He a runner
Gotta stay wit my g
I can't go word to mother
I go hard for the squad
I'ma ride for my brothers
We don't talk to the feds
Niggas be undercover
If you talk on my deads
Then you meeting each other
On the road to the green
Serve to feins out the gutta
It's Bubba (It's Bubba)
Like no other (Like no other)
Hopping out clicking
Tryna put em under (Put em under)
On the hunt (On the hunt)
He a runner
Gotta stay wit my g
I can't go word to mother
I go hard for the squad
I'ma ride for my brothers
We don't talk to the feds
Niggas be undercover
If you talk on my deads
Then you meeting each other
On the road to the green
Serve to feins out the gutta
Writer(s): Davon Johnson
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