Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
YoungThreat
YoungThreat
Performer
Deonta Miyaun Simuel
Deonta Miyaun Simuel
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Deonta Miyaun Simuel
Deonta Miyaun Simuel
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Deonta Miyaun Simuel
Deonta Miyaun Simuel
Recording Engineer
Viper Beats
Viper Beats
Producer

Lyrics

You, thought it was over its not, its not
Thought I was in chains till I popped out the dock
I'm in here to claim a winner take my spot
Lately I've been aint degrees, I've been flaming too high
They speakin' they don't know none
It was times when I was broke, I was ready to back dot some
I been steppin' hard, i think i broke some
Make way, comin' through, you can tell a **** to talk comin'
I hear him talkin' paper, they can't show nothin'
**** blow somethin', **** post somethin'
If i got 50 bro got 50, that's a whole hunin'
Dump the whole clip, reload the mag and keep on dumpin'
She be weird, sometimes they wanna flick with a ****
Brody almost up the blick on a ****, if it waren't for me
He probably wanna split that ****
EMS, come and get that ****
Jumped off the porch like fuck it, it's that
Air shit's thin, I ain't take one step back
Young **** playin' shit down like a mat
A slow leak, a lot of **** work flat
Thought it was over, it's not
Thought I was a change till I popped out the dock
A **** claiming to win and take my spot
Daily I been a hundred degrees, I been flamin' too high
They speakin' they don't know none
It was times when I was broke, I was ready to back dot some
I been steppin' hard, i think i broke some
Make way, comin' through, you can tell a **** to talk comin'
I hear him talkin' paper, they can't show nothin'
**** blow somethin', **** post somethin'
If i got 50 bro got 50, that's a whole hunin'
Dump the whole clip, reload the mag and keep on dumpin'
Just keep dumpin', dumpin'
Don't stop, fuck the police
We ain't worried about the cops
Gonna see them DOA, we make shit hot
I'm whippin' up that dang, this shit could rock like a jet
Enough said, I been doin' the shit with ease
Somethin' round me, my man
Ain't no **** fuck with me, tell them young dirts say
They hop this music shit to take it easy
I'm comin' to be a terrorist, he still puttin' out that weak shit
Should be embarrassed, them labels, they won't call for me quick
Cause I'm weird, he just pretend to be like that
I know **** ain't livin' like that
You can tell, thought it was over its not
Thought I was in chains till I popped out the dock
I'm in here to claim a winner take my spot
Lately I've been aint degrees, I've been flaming too high
They speakin' they don't know none
It was times when I was broke, I was ready to back dot some
I been steppin' hard, i think i broke some
Make way, comin' through, you can tell a **** to talk comin'
I hear him talkin' paper, they can't show nothin'
**** blow somethin', **** post somethin'
If i got 50 bro got 50, that's a whole hunin'
Dump the whole clip, reload the mag and keep on dumpin'
Written by: Deonta Miyaun Simuel
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