Music Video
Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Deonte Gaines
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Deonte Gaines
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
808SPINZ
Producer
Lyrics
Hung, stars, kept runnin' out in the smoke on cars
Cross my eyes, I'm shot, 'cause I'm (grrr)
Hung, grr, I'm just a (grrr)
Hey, said, "Why the fuck you mention me out on the internet?"
Ain't into that, bitch, all that hatin' shit won't bring your **** back
He got wack, he got clout, set the plot, couldn't peep the trap
Hung, swipe a nose, swipe a bitch, they know I'm the map
Bitch, I pour lean on all my blacks
Hung, loose as a goose, bitch, boot it up
I'm rollin', bitch, I'm tryna get these demons off my back
I been movin' too slow, bitch (grrr)
You better stick to the plan or you can go, bitch (you can go)
I said, "Show some bread, go and do somethin' for them kids"
You need to take that money out your pants and put it on your head
I know you're broke, bitch, he stuck in the mellow (come on)
These **** sweet as Skittles, I mix molly with my liquor
Get to rockin', bitch, my jaws clenched, my pocket filled with dog shit
I was suckin' down that gel, I had that knife inside my armpit
I watched **** give up when they thought this shit was over
Now it's S.R.T. the motor, I just dropped some Perc'
It says molly and lean all in my soda
Huh, show her a dub, ****
I bet you probably got a ring around your tub, ****
Doodle stains inside your toilet
We call your mama big back, bitch (big back)
Catch her lackin', I'm gon' smoke that big back, bitch (huh, huh)
Just sent my mama out to stay
They don't really want no smoke, they tryna help them build a case
Huh, ****, what you livin' like? 'Cause my life been amazing (amazing)
I done spent your savings
Take me 'round this bitch, I bet I make that **** hate me (huh)
I been eatin' healthy, I got cereal with the raisins
Can't no **** say I'm hatin', bitch, I'm on my own path
I'm chasin' greatness, I'm chasin' chicken too
You try to slide while I'm outside, then I'm blinkin' too
In this fuck everybody, I don't do no pick and choose
Bitch, don't call my phone if you ain't coppin', I got shit to do
You's a nobody, bitch, you ain't got shit to lose
Speak facts, bitch, my **** killed yo' **** too
Them bullets bounced off of the wall right back inside his body
All he said was flashes from the gun, shit look like paparazzi
These **** hatin', really be my fans, they just watchin' copy
**** flexin' out this bitch like he shot somebody
Hrrr, hung, hung, hrrr
She gon' call me hung now, huh?
Now this a diss, bitch, hrrr, hung
Said where's Ho? Hung, hrrr, hung, hung
Put it on my, on my Jack of all trades, bitch
Hrrr, hung, Jack of all trades
Hung, hung, hung, hung
Written by: Deonte Gaines


