Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rell Vert
Rell Vert
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Davon meeks
Davon meeks
Lyrics
Earl Wallace
Earl Wallace
Lyrics

Lyrics

[Intro]
(Ayo, Hustler, we gotta stack that guap, fool) Yeah, Lil Vert, yeah, aight
Yeah, bitch, yeah, let's go
Aight, aight, aight
[Verse 1]
Oxycodone in my body, killin' shit turned to a hobby
So many drugs, turn to a zombie, if you want smoke, we'll come and find you
Ain't puff it in, he scared of cancer, chase him down, that boy had asthma
Fuck my opps, I don't got manners, come through they shit, get to blastin'
Fuck the seven, put them with past tense
These **** faker than some plastic
Pop on they block, get the blastin'
Your car fast, but my car faster
I'm in the states, my service keep laggin'
Dead ass bitch gon' lack, ass crackin'
One, two, three, bitch, we got action
He was lackin', then we clapped him
Started rappin', we on the map then
When the beef went deep, the opps get whacked then
Won't go in no club, can't get strap in
Disrespect gang (Brrt), we whack him
Foenem on block, out there still trapping
I'm out west with Von and back in
I get a front end, I get a back end
She said she love me 'cause I beat her back in
You ain't wanna die, why would you lack then?
He just died, we got a new pack in
My shit boom like I got crack in
Seven at my block, we on the map then
We was tryna score, we wanted to wrap shit
Up in the trench, they know we wrap shit
He say he a killer, but he was cappin'
**** tryna act savage, but he was actin'
[Verse 2]
2016, we'll slide with a MAC-10
7.62 blow a fuck **** back in
Drop sixty six shots, it was just me and backend
Scared of your opps? Get the fuck out the 'Raq then
Don't wanna get a job, get out here and trap then
Marshall on top, come shop, we got packs in
Fucked her friend, now she overreacting
Don't wanna die, better I learn how to act then
We don't listen to him 'cause that **** be cappin'
Swing my door I done caught me some action
Caught Day Day on the train and fapped him
Switchy went off he was falling backwards
I got micro Drac', I will not be scrappin'
You can go look it up, Z Money a faggot
Me and Q50 tryna take us a Patek
Bounce out, chase **** all down Gladys
Any opp we catch, we letting 'em have it
You ain't kill shit, you is not no savage
Put shots in his stomach, he screaming, you got it
Spend 4K on it, this not a regular jacket
When you blow that switch, don't hold, just tap it
You dumb as fuck if you think I'm lackin'
When dude got clapped, I was holdin' a laugh
I'd take a bad bitch card and max it
Written by: Davon meeks, Earl Wallace
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