Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dekari A Bridgemon
Dekari A Bridgemon
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dodowhatstheword
Dodowhatstheword
Producer

Lyrics

Sixty thousand, narrow, don't know what's the word, I don't even know where to come in on this shit
Mitch, Right hea , iight look
They been telling me stay off the gram with it
Puttin' this trap before the rap, still grew fans with it
Still a hoodpharm, still got what you need, just call the phone
Even when I go OT, I'm still bussin' plays at home
You think I'm missin' money? You got me fucked up, you got me wrong
On stone I'm the right ****, I'm the type ****, keep ay switched on me, still fight ****
5 L, I don't like ****
Splash, bail out, hit the right **** and the wrong ****
Whoever out with him, they were chasin' it, got the clout with him
Cut that man, we the cutters, cut that bitch, with my brother
Feed her Migo's , that's the cut juice
Perc 10 , got her butt loose
Funk one, but I fuck two
She a eater, but I fuck two
Bit the magnum, make me bust through
You can keep it, bitch, fuck you
Spin a block with three switches, that's 150 every time we come through
Every shot gon' get dropped', every opp gon' get a hurse too
And I'm goin' on a freestyle, fuck a hook **** and a Versus
Ain't no **** even on my level, ****, it'll never be a me versus you
Nero I'm tellin' Mitch, he'll hurt you
It's only me versus me
Hit his ass from across the street
Deep range, caught three
Playing offense on D
Been a shooter since the court
Hall of fame in the street
Ask about me, over east
Oh
Oh
Oh
Written by: Dekari A Bridgemon
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