Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Blorg
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Blorg
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Blorg
Producer
Lyrics
(Yeah, yo)
Drop that bitch
Glasses on, told 'em pick a pill, shit, it's red or blue
I told all the opps to eat shit, and get cancer too
Bobby got that cell phone stick, you better answer, dude
My wife got a body on that bitch, she a dancer too
Uh, it's Big Hank, fuck they talkin' 'bout?
Fuck a money spread I cannot hold it, it's a large amount
Bobby got his purse, but he dropped it, and his Percs fell out
Hit his head, told him it's some shit he shoulda thought 'bout (ah-uh)
King of the Hill, I'm selling propane
Me and gang YBN Nahmir, we ran a soul train
Need for speed, I'ma shift a gear, we swervin' both lanes
I told this bitch she hot, then sauced her down, Chipotle, uh
Know that boy ain't right
Riding with a shotgun, Billy on the right
Dale, he been tweaking, stayin' up at night
Opps, they been bleeding, had to say good night, so
Glasses on, told 'em take a pill, shit, it's red or blue
I told all the opps to eat shit, and get cancer too
Bobby got that cell phone stick, you better answer, dude
My wife got a body on that bitch, she a dancer too
Uh, it's Big Hank, fuck they talkin' 'bout?
Fuck a money spread I cannot hold it, it's a large amount
Bobby got his purse, but he dropped it and his Percs fell out
Hit his head, told him it's some shit he shoulda thought about (ah-uh)
Taste the meat, not the heat bro
Khan an old head, and I ain't talking about Ebro
I've done so much shit that I'ma catch my ass a Rico
We fighting over turf, smokin' green, Ceelo
Yeah baby, I'm a bossman, keep it D-Low
The way the kids fuckin' with the sound, I'm a pedo
The oppas came up and went down like a seesaw
Dale, jump in for this ad lib (wingo)
Know that boy ain't right
Riding with a shotgun, Billy on the right
Dale, he been tweaking, stayin' up at night
Opps, they been bleeding, had to say good night, so
Glasses on, told 'em take a pill, shit, it's red or blue
I told all the opps to eat shit, and get cancer too
Bobby got that cell phone stick, you better answer, dude
My wife got a body on that bitch, she a dancer too
Uh, it's Big Hank, fuck they talkin' 'bout?
Fuck a money spread I cannot hold it, it's a large amount
Bobby got his purse, but he dropped it, and his Percs fell out
Hit his head, told him it's some shit he shoulda thought about (ah-uh)
Written by: Blorg Blorg