Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
BWay Yungy
BWay Yungy
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jeffrey Tate
Jeffrey Tate
Composer

Lyrics

Ain't really with the shit, but fuck that, ****
Say, ayy, look
From the middle (Oh-oh)
From the other side
You heard me? (Oh-oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ayy, we gon' live this shit 'til it die, **** (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
You heard me?
We saw no more field on the other side, **** (Oh, oh, oh, oh-oh, oh)
You got my Six, I got yours, **** (My **** Brando the sickest)
(Say Brando what it's hittin' for?)
Ayy
In here, yeah
How they wan' do it, we can do it
They don't feel him
Like, he too goofy
Caught up what he doin' (Oh-oh)
I came up in here, with a .45 and a goblin who gon' shoot it
Let's shoot a movie
Too many clips of ammunition this shit ruthless (Ooh, woah)
Bitch get stupid
Have them goblins outside your house, tryna slime somethin' (Tryna slime somethin')
Pistol Pete, he gon' ride for me (He'll ride for me)
Shooters comin' in a line of thuggin' (In a line of thuggin')
Run up on me I'll kill your ass in public
Like, boy this shit get ugly (Baow)
Don't want you in here incase they spray the whip
I can't ride with my lil' cousin, huh
Dirty ass gun and it came with a switch (Came with a switch)
Like frrt, frrt, let it hit
Pull on your block and I bet I don't miss (I bet I won't miss)
Pull on your block, me, I'm mowin' this bitch (Mowin' this bitch)
I came back to the house with blood on my kicks (Blood on my kicks)
Gettin' full of Percs, now I'm sober (Sober)
I'm in Utah missin' nine and nine (Nine and nine)
I still'll pay them youngins for to slide (Slide)
I got my gun in my hand when I ride (Ride)
I still be focused on it when I'm high (High)
I can't control it
Whenever I'm mad, I flash (Woah, woah)
Now, I'm watchin' a crime (Crime)
Watch me get close, then I face his bitch ass, huh
Now, I'm watchin' him die
Six on his ass, he cannot get no pass
Uh, bitch, if I see you know it's homicide, huh
I got me a bankroll
Wow, wow, wow, huh
I don't know which style to go (Style to go)
I got way too many flows
BWay ain't drop since like nine months ago
I still got fans from Mexico (Mexico)
Where you been? Where you go?
I don't know what's goin' on
I'm just hittin' you for to make sure you good
BWay can you drop some songs? (Some songs)
I'm good
I ain't even in the hood (I'm good)
I'm boolin', tryna raise my child
Shawty say I'm sad I ain't even tryna see my daughter on FaceTime
Bitch you crossed that line
I hang it up, get the fuck from off my line (Huh? Get the fuck)
I came in rollin' with a burner on my waistline
You know we gon' burn him (Oh, woah, woah), when we catch him, we don't waist time (And we don't waste time)
You know we gon' stalk him (Uhh), with them choppers in the night time
You know that we offed him, **** mouthin' like he slang iron (Baow, like he slang iron)
Bitch (Yeah)
Yeah, that's how that go, huh (That's how that go)
Right now in here full of pills and drank I'm movin' slow (Pills, I'm movin' slow, woah)
Bitch, act like you don't know who I'm is, but on my dick for sure (Woah, oh, woah, woah)
It's BWay, I'm the 6 kid, got dark shit in my coke (Wow, wow)
Yeah, bitch, yeah
That's how that go, huh (That's how that go)
Right now in here full of pills and drank I'm movin' slow (Yeah, woah, oh, woah, woah, woah)
Bitch, act like you you don’t know who I'm is, but on my dick for sure (Woah, oh, woah, woah)
It's BWay, I'm the 6 kid, got dark shit in my coke (Got dark shit in my coke)
Wow, wow
Yeah (Wow)
Wow, wow (I got dark shit in my coke)
It's BWay (Wow)
I'm the 6 kid (Wow)
A wow, wow
You play me I'ma split your wig (Wow, wow)
(Yeah) A wow-wow
Wow
Bitch, yeah
Written by: Jeffrey Tate
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