Credits
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Hector A Lopez
Songwriter:in
Lyrics
Yea yea yea
Fetro
I took a 20 and turned it to 50
That’s more than doubling up
These **** ain’t running it up
Matter fact yea they be running from us
Ain’t nobody fucking with us
Glock with a drum go du du du dum
These **** better get low than better stay low
See me you better duck
**** I’m not soft
To hot for these hoessss hot sauce
Got a problem with me **** better pop off
Watch a **** stay shut lock jaw
**** out here doing bad my fault
If you scared of the streets use a sidewalk
Said he got wat I need plug walk
All that Cappin better stop it bitch
We brought glocks inside the party we gone pop a bitch
How you claiming you a shooter you ain’t shot at shit
All my shooters really shoot and bailin out of shit
Caught you lacking ya moms you can’t bail out of this
Yeah
We ain’t playing fair
Bitch I double dare
They be way to scared
When I’m in the hood or at the club you bet not stare
This yo homie that I’m smoking he stink up the air
Yea bitch I’m banded up
Bitch this ya mans or wat
I be shitting on these **** while I’m standing up
Can’t no bitch stand me up
Is you a fan or wat
They gone suck this dick the best just cause I’m banded up
Let me pop it it’s a rocket stop it
All the nonsense and the gossip stop it
I am not with all the broke shit flop in
Put the qwuap right in the safe than I lock it
Like bam
Oh my god damn
Now I got a lot of bread all part of the plan
Ain’t going back and forth
No need to past the torch
I been thuggin since my mom said don’t go past the porch
We all know I don’t listen
Ain’t no more penny pinching
Had to take my moms advice and just stay in the kitchen
Fetro
Written by: Hector A Lopez