Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Du'Sean Shelton
Songwriter
Lyrics
Ayy
Tore the house down cause I'm finna grab a mansion ****
I was tryna see if ****
Ayy
Ayy
Tore the house down cause I'm finna grab a mansion
I was tryna see if **** tell me should grab a hammer
Coincide think my shit don't stink fuck a pamper
Beam on, send some shots through his scalp, Dandruff
Got up off that lil' boy's shit had to man up
Ripped the fifty out my pocket the bands was stuck
Racks on me, jeans lil' snug with yo' pocket stuff
Black Louis belt on my waist, hold my Glock up
She ask for the ALT, play the opps, I ain't stop her
Don't pillow or talk or gossip, that's just not us
Fuck what you heard, I ain't tryna hear it, don't bring the opps up
My hands always slippery, I'm tryna drop somethin'
Snap her, crack a Rice Krispie, go and pop somethin'
Pizza Hut boys, in this bitch don't get boxed up
Free the murder team, ****, part of me locked up
Beefing with some ****, I don't know, cause I'm popping
Twin a lil' foe can get whatever, ain't gotta ask for shit
Real jacker, Will and J told me that's scam shit
I know why these **** mad, gang slam, they bitch
My **** Glizzy, seen me cryin', I kill for bitch
Free NellfourTrvp, we hit a lick and design the kicks
Ray Trap, big Cuban, with the ice, don't flip
I got ice, the bro's first chain
**** reach, wish he would, he gon' die on this bitch
**** ain't no shit, on the gram, they harass us
Cute face, her ass fat, I'm tryna fuck, I'm finna ask her
She like, "boy, put yo' mask up, you Flame", "shit, who askin'?"
I won't eat it, treat her pussy like a yellow Laffy Taffy
Hangin' out the window, yellin' gang shit, what's crackin'
All that tough shit was cool, my gun out, bitch, what happened
Joe gon' make the beat, Reggie finna master
Me, T-Dame, woah, whatever happen, let's put it past us
I be prayin' for my ****, askin' for forgiveness
Next morning, still sinnin'
Chillin' with this bitch she keep talkin' bout her ****
Say he a loser, she know I'm a winner
We got the big Glocks, Taraus for beginners
Three-four-six, bitch, I'm mad should of called us before you did it
Gotti And So, so I get a bag, I'm comin' to get you
My **** Ray and Duke, point them out, they goin' missing
If I die, split my heart through my nieces
I pray they never meet no **** that's like me, shit
I hope to God, my son and my nephew don't see no street shit
Tell T, I love her son and her grandsons, I mean it
Protect my **** with my life on Jesus
Written by: Du'Sean Shelton
