Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kiing Loki
Performer
Crewsont
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Timothy Beneteau
Composer
Brandon Pippin
Composer
Lyrics
Bitch you look like somethin outta horror movie/
cappin with that ooga booga shit quit playin wit me/
Ima take his shoes just to see how he livin/
I went to cop his shit but it was sketchers he was kickin?/
No thugs walk around like “yo peep the Velcro”/
Hittem wita Silva havem sleepin wit an elbow/
Doin all the work that puts a killer on death row/
Whisper in your ear I can clearly hear the echo/
I been riding round the city in a hoopty
People say a felony I just say am oopsy
When I make it big people playin like they knew
Didn’t like the lowest but you fuckin wit the new me?
Get the fuck out my lane grandma
You a life alert bitch can’t get up when you fall
Don’t got time for a weak mother fucker
Ima cut off some weight an elite tummy tucker bust a nut mind gutter giver nutter butters feel it in her toes dick maker stutter but I didn’t buy her flowers so the lovin gets to buffer but she Turkey in the end and I think it’s time to fuckin stuff her
Thick boy rejoice and bask in his greatness
Man it hurts to be this amazing graces black rose in vases tip my hat to the fallen man hope it was painless
Written by: Brandon Pippin, Timothy Beneteau