Credits
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
J Russell
Songwriter:in
Lyrics
Ayy, **** be talkin' bout this and that, **** be talkin' bout that and this, man
Fuck a **** two times, fuck a **** with a Aids dick
Fuck your mama, fuck your sister, ****
Yeah, this how I'm comin', ****
Before I leave the crib, you know I'ma always grab that fire
Fuck your homie, fuck your big dog, any one you **** can die
Ayy, country ass ****, I'ma put one in the sky
That's no lie, never change, and I'm the same until I die
Where's your fire?
You ain't got it, best believe your ass gon' die
Thats no lie, I got youngins really with it
Show fake love, they take your pipe
Fuck the hype, let's take a life
With them members, wrong or right
**** cappin', they be scared to take a life
But when I catch them, it's on sight
Fuck this rappin', I get active
Keep that scrap just like a dyke
Lil bitch bad, I told her, keep that pussy tight
I'ma beat it all night
And she tryna be my wife
Kicked her out and told that bitch, you only get one night
Let a **** play, then we gon' boost the murder rate
Ayy, let a **** play, then we gon' boost the murder rate
Ayy, let a **** play, then we gon' boost the murder rate
Ayy, let a **** play, then we gon' boost the murder rate
Before I leave the crib, you know I'ma always grab that fire
Fuck your homie, fuck your big dog, any one you **** can die
Ayy, country ass ****, I'ma put one in the sky
That's no lie, never change, and I'm the same until I die
Where's your fire?
You ain't got it, best believe your ass gon' die
Thats no lie, I got youngins really with it
Show fake love, they take your pipe
Let a **** play, then we gon' boost the murder rate
Ayy, let a **** play, then we gon' boost the murder rate
Ayy, let a **** play, then we gon' boost the murder rate
Ayy, let a **** play, then we gon' boost the murder rate
Written by: J Russell
