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Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Lud Foe
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Willie James Akins Jr.
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
JUST SPVNK
Produzent:in
Kid Wond3r
Produzent:in
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
**** you a bitch I can see it in your eyes
You ain't shootin shit **** quit it with the lies
If we can't get to you we takin' it out on your guys
Security at the front door so we came through the side
Hollow tips leave a **** head open wide
I just know why she get her mouth open wide
I got peanut butter on the inside, grape jelly outside
**** wolf on the Internet but they never outside
[Verse 2]
Know every time that we ride somebody gon' die
Pussy **** if you had a fly swatter prolly wouldn't see a fly die
Hittin' Neiman Marcus I'm out shoppin' I can't help it I'm a fly guy
I hit the yolo with the bakin' soda watch it change colors tada
I hit the stew with the booth up leave the rap game with a black eye
Kill a **** in a tailored suit like James Bond with the bowtie
**** want beef, drop location, we can meet, I don't fear no guy
Can't gang bang on the keyboard in a street war when you gonna die
[Verse 3]
I'm breezing through cruising in my whip bae
Why don't you let me fuck you in my Mercedes
Yellow russian paint yeah my shit licorice
I'm laughin to the bank this money got me ticklish
I water whip a white bitch I got my wrist in it
I'm in a foreign, windows tinted got your bitch in it
I fuck this rap game like I stuck my dick in it
She a yellow thick bitch I like how she switchin it
[Verse 4]
These rap **** too soft, good at tickin me off
Bitch I ball like the Superbowl I'm kickin' it off
Balmains filled with blue cheese, I got the blues
New whip 22 Forgie tennis shoes
Why this X pill be marked as MLA?
Why this redbone bitch tryna be my bae?
Kick her to the curve send that bitch on her way
Get left on the curb **** you get in my way, way, way
[Verse 5]
Gold Cuban links cost a 100k-k-k
I don't fuck with **** like I'm with the KKK
Me and ye ridin round with AK-K-K
I kill ya like I'm stuck in a doll from child's play, play
**** want beef we can meet, meet, meet, meet
Out here somewhere in the streets, streets, streets, streets
I got double G on my feet, feet, feet, feet
She hungry for my dick she can eat, eat, eat, eat
Give a doggy bitch a doggy a treat, treat, treat, treat
She always beggin you for leech, leech, leech, leech
Hard boys runnin from police, -lice, -lice, -lice
I got shooters out west, north, south, east, east, east
[Verse 6]
Like 2Pac, from the West Side
High broke from the left side
Off set ridin 24 I got 23 on the front tire
Hit ya bitch from the backside
You told me that's the best side
Bad bitch with some good brain
Give me good head till her neck tired
Shootin' shit NCAA
Ridin round with a 5-9
Blue tips in a new whip
In a old school like back in the day
Old school like back in the day
Written by: Willie James Akins Jr.