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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Boldy James
Boldy James
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Richard Parry
Richard Parry
Songwriter
James Clay Jones III
James Clay Jones III
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
RichGains
RichGains
Producer

Lyrics

Could look at him and tell I could tell he never seen a nigga shoot or get shot He look like he gon' tell I could tell he got used to not using his glock Like he tucking his tail I could look ell he don't do this a lot By the looks I could tell He gon' tell everything that we do to the cops Could look at him and tell it all Type of nigga he don't want no smoke we inhale it all All the guns out the catalog Bring in fentany on the road with that adderall Got some niggas from Saginaw Used to pull down off of 6th Mile in Mettetal Back and forth likе some paddle ball Heard thе feds press down and that boy go to tell it all My lil nigga be drilling for real Shot the fuck up but he still in the field Same niggas that hit up my guy I bet you they die 'fore the shit even heal In the field where it's kill or be killed Got some murderous thoughts First body I caught man that shit'll still give me the chills First i bought was quick to lick off When niggas was spinning my wheels Give a fuck what she think come see me in the clink On my kids i ain't missing no meals Ain't no love I ain't giving no deals Lil bruh just got sentenced to L Empty out on his whip at the yield Pray to God that he get his appeal Hit yo block we'll spin it for real Got a plug and a bitch in Brazil 35 plus for the brick with the seal Wanna know how my bag in Kentucky And I'm getting money in Michigan still All the niggas he killed The rest of his life, know he not tryna spend it in jail That's when that pussy nigga showed his true colors Like a gender reveal Could look at him and tell I could tell he never seen a nigga shoot, or get shot He look like he gon' tell I could tell he got used to not using his Glock Like he tucking his tail I could look at him, tell he don't do this a lot By the looks, I can tell He gon' tell everything that we do to the cops Could look at him and tell it all Type of nigga he don't want no Br wdnhale it all All the guns out the catalog Bring in fentanyl on the road with that Adderall Got some niggas from Saginaw Used to pull down off of 6th Mile in Mettetal Back and fort like some paddle ball Heard the feds press down and that boy go to tell it all 'Fore the school bell, caught a few sales Can't win them all took a few L's We done seen it all, we been through it all In gasoline draw I been through hell Lucky set us up, let him shoot Crail Crelly came home raised the murder rate then went back to jail But I rather much prefer the hate love will get you killed When he killed his self had me stressed out Tryna piece together what he left out Wasn't making sense 'til I thought about it Mine the only name that got X'd out Everybody got jammed but me Not once did he mention me when he snitched Thought Crail was the man with the upper hand But I'm the one bringin' this shit All the way out of town from the city 1010 in saran add a extra 10 grams with the bag, that's 1,020 Had to leave it in Cleveland with sis All exotic, the weed of my choice All depend on the leaf I'ma twist Me and Ice in the spig on the 'quoise Had to pour up a 3 of the Tris - We'd smoke an OZ and just sip Send Cutty OT with them 'scripts Need a Sprite, send a fiend to the store Told Hully I'ma need another zip Let it settle and bubble like seltzer 'Fore I die I'ma leave you with this Got connected through baby Griselda Every time she greet me with a kiss muah Could look at him and tell I could tell he never seen a nigga shoot, or get shot He look like he gon' tell I could tell he got used to not using his Glock Like he tucking his tail I could look at him tell he don't do this a lot By the looks I can tell He gon' tell everything that we do to the cops Could look at him and tell it all Type of nigga he don't want no smoke we inhale it all All the guns out the catalog Bring in fentanyl on the road with that Adderall Got some niggas from Saginaw Used to pull down off of 6th Mile in Mettetal Back and forth like some paddle ball Heard the feds press down and that boy go to tell it all
Writer(s): Boldy James, Richard Parry Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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