Credits
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Oluwajomiloju Aminu
Songwriter:in
Luh Josh
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
JDubbz
Produzent:in
Lyrics
Four five bullet hit the ****, I bet they put his ass to sleep
Riding around through the city, some **** got diamonds killing ****, just for free
Riding around through the city with a big ass cake, let's fuck ****, play, keep pouring on the tea
Don't want to jump up in the water, shit right here might get too deep
Sunday still thinking bout the time, had to go, I closed on India Creek
Sunday still thinking bout the time, gone see fool play with EBT
I love gun smoke bitch, but you know it's not funny
Bitch fuck six baggy, trench bag might hop out the whip clutch glitz
Young ****, tired of it, my **** drink three glitz
Too often fake, I got up too quick, ****, feelin' dizzy
Little bitch, she in my phone, ****, all day talkin' bout how she miss
That **** get stoned, lil' soulz, **** be know the **** miss
Chill out, get glitz glitz, I get up with em, leave em mixed
We line em up, we get em crisped, you hear them snakes hiss
D-A-R-N, all the C's, lucky cripple, ****, shout out ****
Catch em in that whip, it flicker, tight, ain't got a tear, I won't miss it
Push her like I rack it, drop some hits, big-ass bullet, toy grip
More calm, bitch, I hate to miss it, now hit my dudes, miss it
Bitch, I came up out the seat, love this shit, feel the side
Bitch, I came up with some venom, all I know is slayin' that rod
And feelin' from the cup and jug, ayy, turn her to choke
Don't smoke these ****, now I feel like Trump, what, what
Said I don't fuck with these ****, when I pop outside
Beg, leave my head up on the switch, ****, try to run
I build a 5.56, still I hit it
Written by: Luh Josh, Oluwajomiloju Aminu
