Credits
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Ravyon Brinkley
Songwriter:in
Lyrics
Yeah, mhm, bitch we got glocks, masks, choppas, dracs (come on, uh)
Pussy better watch what you say (say)
And all my demons they gone creep, and they came with no mask
Cause bitch they gone take off ya face
**** tried to play this way, thought it was koo
Hell nah, pussy boy you ain't safe (uh huh)
Let's talk about paper, oh now you tryna change the subject
Cause you **** ain't really having paper (uh huh)
Let's talk bout Wokesha (uh huh) want three-K bitch I need you
But I need the one out the freezer (come on)
**** said he did what, to who? yeah
Not my pint I'll put that lil bitch in the freezer (come on)
Yeah, my neck be freezing I ain't doing no teasing (yeah)
Like Gunna, nah I can't be anemic (uh huh)
Run up them racks this season ain't doing no tweeting
The winter time, bitch it's yo season (bitch)
When I pull out the Glock, you hit
Lil bitch you ain't doing no freezing (come on, yeah)
Watch this, pop shi, lil bitch I done went through the meter (come on, let's go)
When we come down yo block with choppas and sticks
I wouldn't wanna be you (uh huh, woah)
Popped him, dropped him, now ya mama she wishing to see ya (yeah, come on)
Uh yeah, 'YF' we been at the top, y'all just now seeing us (uh, come on)
Yeah, he tried to creep around the back, but bitch i seen them (uh huh, let's go)
(Ah, let's go) (Drop down, to the floor)
Shots fired, then go,t ry to run out the back (fye, oh no) body pop, woah (woah)
Now his brains all over the floor (floor, come on)
Ah, come on, no witnesses bitch, we might kill some mo
Written by: Ravyon Brinkley