Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Camrin Williams
Camrin Williams
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rdo
Rdo
Producer

Lyrics

Yozora
Leg shot, leg shot
Smokin' Dotty, I ain't tryna pass it
I don't fuck wit' no Jets, if he flyin' than I'mma crash it
Like to run, bitch I be causin' static
Oh he got a gun? But my shit auto-
Oh he got a gun? But my shit automatic
30 shots in my gun, no Steph
Reach for my ice, then bullets get to blasting
.40 rip 'em in half, we turned him into a fraction
Spin the 8, where we goin' next?
Tryna do a **** like he Cyrus
Off a perc on a drill, I'm excited
Oh it's smoke? Then **** we gon' light it
I'm from the streets but **** I ain't fighting
Back out my G, and a **** think he Tyson
Do my bops cause I don't do the hips
Dropped the blick, I almost dropped the-
Dropped the blick, I almost dropped the grip
I don't lack, don't put me in no spliff
Off the liquor I start actin' crazy, might bend the opps, the cops never phased me
G17 and it don't got no safety
Done clicked every chop, don't ever try to play me
I was buggin' no cap ion play
Dumpin' the opps make them run relay
Ootin' on blocks, no mask, broad day
Gettin' chased on the strip, yeah I'm talkin' bout Say
Smokin' Dotty, I ain't tryna pass it
I don't fuck wit' no Jets, if he flyin' than I'mma crash it
Like to run, bitch I be causin' static
Oh he got a gun? But my shit automatic
Oh he got a gun? But my shit automatic
30 shots in my gun no Steph, reach for my ice than bullets get to blasting
.40 rip 'em in half, we turned him into a fraction
Written by: Camrin Williams
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