Credits
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
DeNario Cook-Hawkins
Songwriter:in
Lyrics
Can't fuck a bitch for free she got to pay for that
20 thousand in my jeans she want a taste of that
Got yo bitch hounding for the dick but she going wait for that
We ain't taking L's I got the k for that
We ain't taking no mo L's bitch it's dub season
40 in my jeans itching bitch give me a reason
Richy gang we them **** got yo bitch cheesing
Wood so strategic
Gang tripping bitch it's our season
I ain't hopping on no songs you gotta pay me
**** tripping but this glock ain't got no safety
Like a parent I can teach you **** how to whip a baby
Put a beam on the glock when I get
If you hanging with a lame then you a lame to
Catch me on the block the throwing fours screaming dog food
If you up a strap on me then you better shoot
If you miss I'm coming back around just like a hula hoop
If it ain't about no money bitch walk out the door
Lil tez the only time you see me popping fours
I'm with the fives on the six
With a lot of hoes
Slide through the seven
I just eight and made a lot of pros
20 shots get to flying you can't duck that
You gone die cause you ain't got time to buss back
This bitch keep telling me she love me I can't trust that
We just fuck them **** love them we don't cuff rats
Let's talk them number something broke **** don't know about
Order couple dubs
Hit the union only four come out
Feel like Tom Brady in the field I see a open route
A **** fumble with bag coach, take them out
And I ain't fucking with no label call me lil durk
Leave a **** head bloody when he hear that mag burst
Leave a **** shirt tied like a fag shirt
Boy I knew I was a shooter way before they had nerf
Get that shit up off yo chin all that dick sucking
Got the opps mad cause he heard his bitch fucking
You was broke last year yo ass still struggling
Yo whole squad pussy, my whole click thugging
Aye we aggressive all about protection
Deno sliding them I'm sliding we gone send a message
He told me stay up in the booth because these **** reckless
Knife up on a chop feeling good might leave a **** headless
And I don't do too much talking I let the glock speak
Fuck you **** favorite rapper they ain't fucking with me
We just copped another glock shout out my brother squeeze
We was down by two pass it to rose and he gone hit the three
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Written by: DeNario Cook-Hawkins