Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
MIA Ghost
MIA Ghost
Songwriter
Homi Michel
Homi Michel
Songwriter

Lyrics

I'm in the party with a knife i'm tryna poke something
Bitch cute as fuck & got some ass but she don't know nothing
My **** tripping off a "p" he tryna blow something
Shooting with yo eyes closed how i know you ain't gone smoke nothing
I ain't gone lie my first trip i made six hundred
Learned how to talk i hit six stores before six something
I really run with some pits i'll tell them "sic something"
Get they drop & watch them young **** blitz something
How the fuck is you a tweaker & you ain't killed nothing ?
Fucking off a "p", i broke her back she told me keep stuffing
You steady cuffing rat hoes & they gone keep fucking
My **** got 100 on him he gone keep bussing
He keep texting bout his bitch i'm finna keep fucking
Fuck that bitch good she acting crazy tryna key something
Smoke a **** downtown FBG something
Bitch i earned all my bodies FBG nothing
She talking bout her jaws hurt bitch keep sucking
I don't need no fucking pill to come & tweak something
You don't step foreal so all that dissing shit don't mean nothing
Brody on go don't get stepped on for mean mugging
I got the mag in the fourty ain't tryna read nothing
**** getting pressed, brody popped out with three buttons
Tryna take it there he gone get left for tryna think he coming
Cap ass **** think he a tweaker i know he a flunky
**** capped out they talk crazy they ain't really on it
Re riding with them switches on him i ain't switching on him
They tail tucking i can tell & **** i ain't snitching on them
I ain't gotta set the play to come & put this bitch up on you
Tender **** in his feelings about a thot these **** open
Playing in that water don't get popped doing all that trolling
You gone get yo ass slimed out thinking i ain't knowing
Get yo ass folded tryna press **** i ain't folding
**** knowing they ain't cut they just cap fa clout
Lil **** don't try to bump into us unless you crashing out
Pat popped out with blick on him they ain't pat him down
Flunky **** internet thuggin' till we lag him out
Catch them out & wrap up all that shit they rapping bout
Bro toting a cig & he ah treat you like a black & mild
Every **** in yo circle sweet ain't got to ask a round
Re tryna catch a hat these **** just be rapping now
Written by: Homi Michel, MIA Ghost
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