Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Stephen Murrae Lee Rowe
Songwriter
Lyrics
Viper
Antii
I Told the young **** slow down
Before I turn his city to a ghost town
Speakin on that shit that you don't know about
My marijuana so loud, I'm rich with these bars
Let me pour out, you trash and you mad
You so Grouch, say I took the slow route
Now I'm in the sand with my toes out
She got the braided locks, I got the fro out
Get low and put her hands up, ay, it's like a closeout
And if you don't know, I bet you know now
I run the city with no trial
I'm wowwin' **** like I know bow, ay
I know the game, I'm a coach now
Isn't it funny that he's in coach now
Smoke weed and crack jokes, pot roast, wow
Rhythm and flow like I'm Dsmoke
I ring your bell, I'm in beast mode
You playin games, I bring the cheat codes
Baby mama eating my kids when she deep throat
****, don't like her love, my shit repost
If you, if you think you got power
Then you ain't seen ghost
I see, I see he can rap, but he ain't mean as Rowe
Ain't for real, you need to chill, you doing the most
And you'll be a sacrifice if you think you the goat
Think he, think he in the ballpark, but he ain't even close
When you, when you see the small spark
You gon' leave your soul
Can't take nothing with you when you leave your clothes
Gave you five letters of death and you ain't even know (U N E N O)
Charge you **** for that white girl that's hustle and flow
These bitches know too much, they marilyn monroes
Ay, ay, she running back for the replay
No disrespect to Manny Fresh, but go DJ
We got rollerblades for the cheapskates
Bring the broom if they want beef
That's a sweepstake, if you ass then I'm skinny black
Flushing your mixtape, if you ass then I'm skinny black
Flushing your mixtape
****, but nowadays I just don't listen to it
I got a dumb presence, just say I'm gifted
Stupid, antii sent the beat
And now we making music
I just found my mind, ****, don't make me lose it
Got a Mossberg pistol, don't make me use it
Viper on the beat
Venom's what I'm spewing, broke back in the gap
Now I am a nuisance
Kept the nine up right and held down the deuces
Life without a deal the entertainment is blue strip, crazy on these anti-beats
With a sharp shooter, strongest as our weakest link
And there's not a loser
You **** playin Fortnite, you better build your crew up
What? I can tell that you ain't do much
Glass house in the woods, I see you trying to move up
Now I'm a bull in a china shop, fuckin your rooms up
Now I'm a bull in a china shop, fuckin your rooms up
Written by: Stephen Murrae Lee Rowe