Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Charles Powell
Songwriter
Dennis King
Songwriter
Lyrics
Hop on the beat and I catch me body
Switch on the stick when I aim at my target beam on his body ain't need for the ducking and dodging
Three hundred shots for the Opps from the carbon made him a pack now we smoking on whatchamacallit
Fuck it let's through him a party
Boy wanted beef put bread On his body
Why he got poles when he know he poppin
Talking bout smoke make me forget I'm artist
Shots out the drake make me wake up the lobby
It came wit compressor for the pressure
This ain't no regular choppa in the charger
Stand on business I ain't ducking no charges
Hop on the stage wit the stick in my pocket
Know how I'm rockin I keep me a rocket
Pick up the backend and make a deposit
Came in the game wit a chip on my shoulder
Use to be broke **** breaking down roaches
Catch me trenches now passing out boulders
Since Cat died my heart been the coldest
Catch who did it I'm gone make him a poster
Redbottoms on the feet dancing wit the shovel
Reapaman shit doing work for the devil
Catch him in traffic and the Lord can't help him
Hundred some shots you know I didn't spare him
Tucking this chain you know I ain't going
Reach for the shit you know I'm blowing
Surrounded by shooters and killa in the area
Flip flop the skin on the coupe like malaria
Boy in the blender wit the chop I shredded him
Patek on my arm but I'm ahead of schedule
Watch what I say cause I know this shit federal
Sip on hitex blowing on medical
Knock me off my pivot it's gone take a miracle
My gun like a puzzle just pick up the pieces
Fuck up ya life make ya momma leave Jesus
Turn on your block ain't spraying from the corner
Spot my Opp do the walk down on him
All these souls **** could've been a corona
Fuck all that talking I ain't doing no warning
Up it and shot I know I'm scoring
With a flow like this got young ****
First **** up early bird in The morning use to be a
Use to now um featuring & Starting bout to do a walk Thru my **** just parden me gotta get to it
Like where da hell da party be
These fuck **** really even should've started me I'm dat hitta in da cut Aiming straight at your arteries
I b on sum chill shit getn to da lottery
Smoking out da bag dat be looking like sum broccoli Head strong figure
So it ain't no stopping me
Written by: Charles Powell, Dennis King