Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Isadore Breaux
Isadore Breaux
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Isadore Breaux
Isadore Breaux
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
NoLimitAustin
NoLimitAustin
Producer

Lyrics

They done me left home alone gotta show em who the truth
Pink 10 Pink 10 get my thoughts Ina booth
23 5 in the pop I pour I got the flu
Don't say who my boy a couple went n told the truth
Put my faith in my strap, duck when I cock back
Black trucks, fat mags, next up a Hellcat
My opps never hit blocks, so why I gotta spin back?
I made ten at casinos, it's no caps on my rap
Amiri jeans, RTA, HL for the hoodie
**** don't fuck with me now, so when I'm up, don't book me
Hangin' with a crash dummy, so I don't think I'm where I should be
**** ain't wanna bust that F when they said I was a rookie
If I told em I what u did they gon say I shoulda kilted you
Old money stuck together I been rippin off mildew
All this big tough talk I swear to god I woulda been blew
Now **** wanna rap beef fuck the OPPs them **** been boof
The bitch said she love me, then I ran from the Jakes
Too much on the line, I'm gon' take em on a chase
I been said fuck a head I'm score to the face
It's ask n equation but I won't sip if it's laced
I'm dead wrong, you don't deserve me, but I fuck with you
If I pass big, you're the person that's gon' know the truth
You the one that told me that I shoulda bought that suit
you the one that got me tied up like a noose
When I'm rich, I promise I'm out touring any city
From overhills to jai, I went straight to the bity
We them **** young n turnt, who got this shit litty
And my bitch will kill all y'all, I'll put it on her kitty, ****
I'm dead on it, yeah
My bitch will kill all y'all, I'll put it on her kitty
I'm dead on it, yeah
Written by: Isadore Breaux
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