Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Terrence Deshawn Arnold
Songwriter
Lyrics
With this Glock, bitch, I'll beat the cranium
With these bars, bitch, I'll beat the cranium
Beat the cranium
Beat the cranium
Beat the cranium
Beat the cranium
Beat the cranium
B-b-beat the cranium
Don't play with me, badadumpoomt bow your cranium beat
I'm having dreams and nightmares, tryin' to chase these meals, but I ain't Meek
And why the fuck you think you finna get some muffuletta from me
I told her, show some ass, take it back to 2013, put it on the sink
Hands to knees, look back, pretty face, make sure you wiggle cheeks
She say she need me, told her like a gun, come bust it, baby, squeeze me
Flame the bic weezy, high as fuck, I'm spinning like a CD
Fuck the Law the P.D, **** getting that belt, that's when they see me
I put that ice on neck, **** know what's next, I ice the wrist
That **** sweet as hell, gon' get his lil' ass burnt, lil' cookie crisp
I'm aimin' for the roof, put steel up on your top just like I'm dish
I could make a grown man hoop and holla, make him twitch
I done looked out for some **** back to back, they got up, ain't look back
**** tweaking hop out with that button up, I don't need no tie
**** tweaking hop out with that ooh-ooh, all they heard was ahhh
**** get his taco drenched just like birria, he got hit with fire
This shit like Marvel, boy, I feel like the man, and I keep that iron
Shorty was a ten, but I passed to the bro, so I just threw a dime
I just spent the fin, bounced back again, I been up on the grind
**** steal the lines and run with it like Chris, off let it shine
Put him in that daze, **** gettin' paid
He get out his body, ****, that ten gon' put him in his place
I got stuck tryna put some shit together, been runnin' through that maze
I done made some cake, a **** can't put no fork up to this plate
Gotta stay out the way, **** tryna have some motion outta state
Say, drive the boat, put dick in her throat, grab the head and hawk the brain
I been stayin' sane, I can't change, been movin' with my pain
Pop out with Curry, I'll throw a Jimmy, clip left with a Deng
If I'm in the back, I'ma tear that ass up, I'm Curtis Payne
They like how the fuck he be so fucking chill, but move with anger
Hell naw, I ain't dangling, I been through it, I know this shit get dangerous
Catch a goofy, spank him, play ball, snatch a soul, ain't breaking ankles
**** talking cray, smack honeydew with the blick and make him shake
Smack ass on the E-way on the exit when I hit the brakes
Got a 60 ball off a goofy, DT two.0 shake
I'ma hit the mall and cop a fit every time I get new pape
Let me know if that pipe got B's switch barrels, and rubbing off the paint
Put it in they face, just off how they look, I see the hate
A **** mowed the lawn the grass, be the crowd, I ain't peep a snake
Yeah, I got some J, but I still need that stamp from Johnny Dang
Don't play with me, badadumpoomt bow your cranium, beat
She say she need me, told her like a gun, come bust it, baby, squeeze me
Flame the bitch, weezy, high as fuck, I'm spinning like a CD
Fuck the law, the PD, **** gettin' that belt, that's when they see me
Written by: Terrence Deshawn Arnold