Credits
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Keith Cruz
Songwriter:in
Lyrics
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Look, Takin his soul u can't even stop it
He takin yo bitch, how u gon let that happen?
I'm pullin this Glock and I'm sayin what's crackin?
I'm flyin up high in the air like a Falcon
These **** be lyin like bro stop cappin
This **** dead on floor like what happen
That **** is a bitch like bro I'm the captain
U better stop playin I've been started rappin
I'm killin this bitch and u can't even rap
My girl really freaky I can't even cap
I'm really that sneaky I'm finna get trapped
U better stop playin or I'm pullin that strap
He playin some ball he finna get draft
That **** is a opp he finna get snapped
This bitch is a hoe she finna get passed
That **** is a bum he can't even match
My girl really fine I'm finna get flashed
I'm movin to fast I'm doin the dash
U better sit down I'm not gonna ask
He thinkin I'm playin he finna packed
U heard what I'm sayin u finna get slapped
U can't even lie I'm sayin some facts
I'm takin his gun he's finna get clapped
I'm seeing a car they finna get jacked
I hopped on this bitch and I'm really finna kill it
He takin my shit u know we finna drill it
I'm takin his shit and I already spilled it
He talkin some shit and I don't need to hear it
I'm driving to fast I'm finna get a ticket
U can't even stop me cause I already did it
He gettin so mad cause I'm gettin the digits
I'm talkin to shawty I'm showin my appearance
That **** is small he built like a midget
That **** is not happy I'm takin spirit
I can't even choose he finna go pick it
She gave me a dare I told her I did it
She inviting me over I'm finna go hit it
She talkin a lot I told her to zip it
That **** is lying he cant even admit it
Don't even trynna say it cause u know I'm finna get it
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I'm rollin some shit I'm takin his bank
That **** is big he built like tank
She gettin to mad I told it's a prank
I'm fighting my demons they gettin that ache
That **** is fake he's being a snake
I can't even lie I made a mistake
Clapping some cheeks I'm makin it shake
I'm grabbin the the stick like that shit is some tape
That **** is stupid I'm using my brain
That **** in the sun he finna get backed
She thinkin I'm serious she finna get played
I can't even do it I'm takin a break
Clock isn't ticking I'm gettin this bag
Wipin his nose like that shit is a rag
Yo bitch on my dick she ducking my sack
She really complaining I can't even brag
U better get right or I'm bringing my pack
I'm goin to the crib I'm breaking her back
I'm spitting my flow I'm staying on the track
Shawty a baddie that's why she a snack
Written by: G3tharuler