Credits
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
DeNario Cook-Hawkins
Songwriter:in
Lyrics
Ok
Alright
**** mad I'm on top now
Oh you tough cause you finally got a Glock now?
Now you riding around looking for some opps now?
You threw some shots in the air, you spinning blocks huh?
We tolerate no disrespect a **** a play, we on his head
Shot at the ground and made a song, bro that should tell you **** fed
You hanging around created characters, all them **** around you scared
Doggy bone locked up, the only reason he ain't dead
His shit seventy five ? Fuck it we finna pay that **** bail
Ever since Dj went to heaven, we been giving **** hell
Don't shoot up cribs knock on his door, like we gone give his ass some mail
Never switch up on my brother I ain't going out like Rell
**** tried to set the play, he was my mans, but I gotta kill em
**** never shot his gun, but on the gram like he a killer
**** acting like they steppers, the main **** be the victims
We just did another drill bro lemme tell how we did em
Riding up thru they hood four deep we got four guns
Spot one got one **** don't run (frrrlllddd fa fa fa fa)
That's another one
Throw the dirty sticks in the river buy another gun
**** blew they edd money they need another run
Ill get to bussing in this bitch like I just want a son
Take a pretty bitch down through there, then I'm one and done
My **** just caught him one on camera, now he on the run
My **** just caught him one on camera (ahhhhh)
Clientele keep banging my line I gotta get the funds
Hit the mall spend a couple thousand, it was just for fun
Written by: DeNario Cook-Hawkins