Credits
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Zavain Barrington Harriot
Songwriter:in
William Deshon Smith
Songwriter:in
Lyrics
Yeah..
Trill..
Will…
And me..
ZiggyZzZ..
Turn it up, a couple degrees
Gas pack, yeah, It's flyin' through the roof
I just be faded, I'm tellin' the truth
I try not to fight it, I'm stuck in the booth
Aggravated, I be sellin' a few
Yeah, aggravated, I'ma stay in the dark
Stayin' faded, I be doin' my part
Pour up a deuce so, it's up for tomorrow
You know that you can get through cause you smart
Intoxicated, I was sent out to who knows wherever
I'm drunk and I just left the bar
here and lately I done switched out my tool
And I think it's hard to reach that kinda far
Feelin' lazy, I done hopped in my coupe
And I don't even know if this really my car
Countin' paper, no, I don't got a loose dollar on me
I barely even know when it start
Damn, I barely even know when it start
Puttin' the gas inside of the jar
Real slaughter, yeah, I gotta shred
No, you can't go forward, gotta get ahead
Got a long-ass bullet, go through your leg
Yeah, you see the cut through, now you gotta get the bread
Boy you insane Cause you off of the meds
Havin' the money, fall off of my dreads
Out of space with the bowl on my head
Pack on my back, so you know I'm ahead
Got my ship in the back so you know I'm ahead
Flyin' away, I be downin' the sprite
Damn, I think I'm through for the night
Yeah we takin' a flight
Drink some pedialyte
Hydrate then i crash
In her rear end
Like a van in the back of a benz crash
Smoke smoke
She put that ass on my dash had to cash in
Smoke smoke
Handcuff her to the bed uck her throat
She gaggin'
Look her in the eyes fuck her throat..
She gaggin'
Open up your mouth hoe
She say fuck me then she fuck me
Wow..
Open up your mouth hoe
If its fuck then just fuck me
Now..
Open up your mouth hoe
She was mad..
But she still let me fuck
Open up your mouth hoe
Open up your mouth hoe
Open up your mouth i need your brain for conversation
No more talkin' on the phone i already got your location
Looks like the worlds got it wrong they still beating on the asians
What the fuck is going on?
Im hittin' the gas you know it's a right
Hitman cause i shoot out the light
Your lookin around yah scared for yah life
Pop pop
Pop how the sound goes
Blank thoughts when the shells roll
She settle down but she want more
I get high
She get low
She text hi
I say yo
I say bye
She say no
I guess if this is whatchu want girl we gotta make a deal
Open up your mouth hoe
She say fuck me then she fuck me
Wow..
Open up your mouth hoe
If its fuck then just fuck me
Now..
Open up your mouth hoe
She was mad..
But she still let me fuck
Open up your mouth hoe
Open up your mouth hoe
Open up your mouth hoe
Open up your mouth hoe
Open up..
Written by: William Deshon Smith, Zavain Barrington Harriot