制作
出演艺人
Jay Juice
表演者
作曲和作词
Jason Rushin
词曲作者
歌词
[Intro]
(**** keep on asking for the beat, I told 'em Ant did it)
[Instrumental]
Yeah, yup
[Verse 1]
Where the chops at? Now hold your Glocky up
We hit lil' brodie in his shit, y'all need to patch him up
Got out of jail and got a bag, well, Juice knotted up
You better start throwin' your blick if you bump into us, ****
Lil' Maz can get scanned, that's why I shot at church
Lil' Ty, he in my 'Woods, got me coughin' dust
Bitch, after the show over, she finna come with us
I see, I'm with this freaky bitch, she finna suck it up
I'm double cup sippin' and I done dropped my cup
My brother got some Rickys on his feet, them is not no Chucks
That **** smokin' on some reggie, that is not no Runtz
I put the switchy on my Glocky, I done broke my gun (Yeah)
I put the switchy on the Glocky, I done broke my gun
I know my **** serious when he stamped it on his son, bitch
I hit that **** with a brick and told him get back up
I hit that bitch right from the back and then I hit my cup
When they shot, I got to shootin' back, you know I did not budge
You ain't know? We hit bro in his top, you knowin' we them ones
Bitch, it's cold outside, I got my heater tucked
Yeah, he ain't see me in all black when I was creepin' up
I'm chillin' with this freaky model bitch, told her to eat me up
These **** talk about they on my head, I got 'em mad as fuck
[Verse 2]
Yeah, baddest bitch, I beat her down and I ain't even nut
Shoot this bitch at all them **** talkin', I don't give a fuck
Ho, you ain't on shit, when I see you, let this switchy bust
Really **** mad 'cause they can't rap and they can't fuck with us
Yeah, ain't 'bout a bag, then I ain't there, no, I ain't pullin' up
Your **** died, bet he was talkin', what the fuck is up?
In the Callahan's, better not bump me, I'll show you somethin'
Air Force 1 walkin', in Bathing Ape, I got a dirty gun
Yeah, you know I love my bad bitches
It's like thirty in this Glock, shouldn't've wanted a fat ****
Bitch, the Draco ain't gon' jam, I bet I fap his ass
Bitch, I can shoot it in five seconds, watch me drop my mag
Got no pape', you cheaper than a bitch, I be done slapped your dad
Bitch, I'm slidin', all them **** hoes, be done dropped my mask
Yeah, **** be talkin' like they big homie
Get out my way, I ain't gon' lie, I got this bitch on me
You a bitch, your brother, he a snitch, I got this switch on him
Talkin' shit'll get your ass killed, not an attempt, dummy
Written by: Jason Rushin