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Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Key Glock
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Markeyvius LaShun Cathey
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Alexandr Ignatov
Produzent:in
Stephen O'Brien
Produzent:in
Jonathan "Beez" Ball
Mischtechniker:in
Jaycen Joshua
Ingenieur:in
Mike Seaberg
Ingenieur:in
Jacob Richards
Ingenieur:in
Chris Bhikoo
Ingenieur:in
Glenn Shick
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Lyrics
[Chorus]
I just put this little bad bitch on time out
I'll press a button, send them killers to your hideout
I ain't just rappin', you gon' fuck around and find out
Catch a **** lackin' with this bitch, tryna dine out
Yeah, my shirt wrinkled, but I still brought that iron out
Beefin' with the kid, I guarantee you gettin' slimed out
Seventeen, makin' plays, yup, at the Hyatt House
Runnin' through these hoes like I play for Cleveland Browns, yeah
[Verse 1]
Bro'nem got drums, choppa singin' like the The Beatles
I'm all about my green like a Philadelphia Eagle
Caught this **** lackin', he was sweatin' like a preacher
This bitch call me sexy, just don't know that I'm the reaper
I'm married to monifa, I sip codeine by the liter
It's Cutthroat La Familia, ask about it, I'm the leader
These **** act like divas, I just stay up in my lane
I made my first two hundred racks and went to Johnny Dang
My watch cost a lot even though the mothafucka plain
Aye, these **** talk a lot and they still won't do a thing
I just left the lot, yeah, in a brand new thing
I can't stop hustlin', baby, this a money train
Don't go against the grain, that's playin' with yo' life
They call me Mr. Glock, introduce yo' ass to Christ
They say you can't afford it if you can't buy it twice
So I went and bought a double R, aight
You know I be poppin' my shit
You know I ain't worried about no bitch
You know I'm too busy gettin' rich
You know I still keep that blick
[Chorus]
I just put this little bad bitch on time out
I'll press a button, send them killers to your hideout
I ain't just rappin', you gon' fuck around and find out
Catch a **** lackin' with this bitch, tryna dine out
Yeah, my shirt wrinkled, but I still brought that iron out
Beefin' with the kid, I guarantee you gettin' slimed out
Seventeen, makin' plays, yup, at the Hyatt House
Runnin' through these hoes like I play for Cleveland Browns, yeah
[Verse 2]
Runnin' through these hoe like I playin' for the Bengals
The bitch look like an angel but at night turn to a demon
My hood bitch got a trick, hit it just like William Regal
My lil' bro pullin' stunts, shootin' shit like Steven
Segal, yuh, I'll smoke a **** like cigar
Shoot first, can't let a **** get one off
On me, yuh, and I put that on me
Aye, put a **** on a plate, eat lunch meat
[Outro]
I-I-I just put this little bad bitch on time out
I'll press a button, send them killers to your hideout
I ain't just rappin', you gon' fuck around and find out
Catch a **** lackin' with this bitch, tryna dine out
Motherfucka gon' find out
Written by: Alexandr Ignatov, Markeyvius LaShun Cathey, Stephen O Brien