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Ps5
3
Hip-Hop/Rap
Ps5 was released on June 7, 2024 by Copain Media as a part of the album Marcus Aurelius
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Release DateJune 7, 2024
LabelCopain Media
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM63

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Patrick Buling-Carey
Patrick Buling-Carey
Songwriter
Jeffery Williams
Jeffery Williams
Songwriter

Lyrics

Yeah
What yeah
I was born into war like a console
Burn through cash and motherfuckin' fronto
You doin' it better who taught you
I didn't even think you an option
Cause baby you all on that fuck shit
Bitch I don't walk into functions
I glide and bitches stop talkin
Pick a side and know who you walk with
I got eyes on all of my pockets
He scared of us know I'm like Stockton
Grab my brother cause he just like Compton
If I hear one word we gon' stop it
How the fuck he keep on saying he poppin'
Hear another word and we gon' pop him
Yeah yeah
Roll your window up
She got everyone in her she city bus
You talkin' a lot you a filibuster
I'm cool with your thot she tryna feel a buster
Don't lie and say that you feelin' us
Withdrawl bitch I am not feelin' none
Banana clip we gon' peel a gun
I'll give a bullet to anyone
Yeah and I can't fuck with y'all no more
I don't know who's on my side but bitch I'm down to go to war
Pull up like L5 and add five bodies to the score
And she tryna come inside
But I can't side with no damn whore
Yeah okay let's go
What? Yeah okay
I was born into war like a console
Burn through cash and motherfuckin' fronto
You doin' it better who taught you
I didn't even think you an option
Cause baby you all on that fuck shit
Bitch I don't walk into functions
I glide and bitches stop talkin
Pick a side and know who you walk with
I got eyes on all of my pockets
He scared of us know I'm like Stockton
Grab my brother cause he just like Compton
If I hear one word we gon' stop it
How the fuck he keep on saying he poppin'
Hear another word and we gon' pop him
We gon' pop him we gon' pop him
I promise you baby we poppin
I stay in the cave like Osama
I'm insane keep singin' these songs
I ain't tryna reverse any wrongs
I would first need to be wrong
I ain't talkin' bitch leave me alone
Got another bitch on another phone
Got a hundred clips tryna get him gone
I'm like John Wick comin' for all of y'all
Like you on hospice you aint coming home
They like how I spit how I keep it goin
Baby take a spin I wanna see it all
She wanna do shit baby close the door
Over and around they heads like a damn fedora
I swear I don't know you no more
I don't know you no more
She like I don't know you no more
If the cops ask shit I don't know anymore
It's the truth
Yeah
I was born into war like a console
Burn through cash and motherfuckin' fronto
You doin' it better who taught you
I didn't even think you an option
Cause baby you all on that fuck shit
Bitch I don't walk into functions
I glide and bitches stop talkin
Pick a side and know who you walk with
I got eyes on all of my pockets
He scared of us know I'm like Stockton
Grab my brother cause he just like Compton
If I hear one word we gon' stop it
How the fuck he keep on saying he poppin'
Hear another word and we gon' pop him
Yeah roll your window up
She got everyone in her she said he bus
You
Charlmagne Make **** torture you boy
I told your pussy
I'm gonna beat the fuck out of you
I'm gonna beat that fuck **** up
Written by: Jeffery Williams, Patrick Buling-Carey
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