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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cedrequeze Mccaa
Songwriter
Lyrics
I'm high like a fever
They keep on asking me questions but I got amnesia
All of these guns in this bitch but these bitches legal
Attachments on all my guns just hopped out a beamer
Just hopped out I'm fresh
She tryna have sex
But ain impressed
I made like twenty racks in five minutes I didn't break a sweat
That shit finna hit when it say its pending you don't have to check
I'm into retail selling yea
You outta state I can get it there
Long as I'm strapped pull up anywhere
You tryna fight it ain't gonna be fair
Yea I'm Bama ain't pull up with chairs
Strapped with that heavy metal everywhere
Young niggas slangin iron with no care
You know what come with it just say you a prayer
I'm high like a fever
They keep on asking me questions but I got amnesia
All of these guns in this bitch but these bitches legal
Attachments on all my guns just hopped out a beamer
I hopped out I'm clean
Ain't tryna deal with no attitude bitch you gotta leave
I told myself whatever I do don't pour up no green
I told myself whatever I do put on for the team
And thats just what I'm gone do
Ya feel me
This that Freezy shit nigga
That 003 shit nigga
That FWC shit nigga
Yea
Writer(s): Cedrequeze Mccaa
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