Credits
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Zachary Blackstock
Songwriter:in
Lyrics
Aye you gotta' turn me up some
Hollin' Rest Up Jr.
To yo' killer I owe you no sooner
Spin ben stank shit no tuna
We don't play no boomers
Tom and Jerry we gon' step no pumas
Murda murda murda murda murda murda murda
Redrum it's a man down
Walk light he get ran down
If it's up then it's blitz don't stand down
It's a man down
Stalk some cause we pressed now
And my arm ain't getting no rest now
Glock got a dick it just wanna' have sex now
**** fake like text now
Make em' famous like Dex now
No Brooklyn we gon' aim for the net now
Walk down from the ray angle like Lex now
Four's up we the best now
That's what made me
Throwing four's Get Fresh they raised me
Might go see the dentist Bailey
Eat beef with the pork chop no gravy
First gun was a tre eight
Fourteen had a strap no dike like bay-bay
And nah I don't dance free Lucci I just might hit nae-nae
Straight facts no play play
Five five six put em' on a cloud like Ray Ray
Four's up free Ray Ray (free my motherfucking brother RayBandz)
Murda murda
It's a murda murda
It's a man down
Walk light he get ran down
It's a murda murda
Murda murda
It's a murda
Til' the can drop
Free Dolo that's my man from the sandbox
Til' the can drop
Four's up til' the can drop
Dumb
Written by: Zachary Blackstock