Credits
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Carlos Miranda
Songwriter:in
Lyrics
Bad lil bitch a 10
Heard she bad she bring her friends
Baby shake that ass
Bae I'm tryna see you dance
Heard she got a man
We ain't tryna shake no hands
Yeah, my nigkas spin
We ain't tryna make amends
G-Glock 22, you already know the gen
Pushed y'all to the edge
Cause all y'all nigkas is dead
Yeah we setting trends
My nigka there ain't no end
Tucked up in your bed
While all y'all nigkas is dead
Ain't fucking with the feds
Y'all nigkas can't comprehend
Nigkas mad that we ain't puppets
Grab my gun and then I up it
We ain't stopping til we run shit
Have my gun out up in public
We ain't stopping til we run shit
Have my gun out up in public
Nigkas wanna be us, cause we up
Money serving Za we smoking reefa
Lil' C throw C's up,
Nightmare throw the T's up
Corrupt up in that steamer
Get yourself a t-shirt
These nigkas hate from bleachers
Used to tote the Ninas, but now I tote a 40
We ain't giving warnings
Free Skrappy since a shorty
I'm rising don't be snoring
These bitches out here boring
Wait till you hear my story
It's why I want this glory
Bad lil bitch a 10
Heard she bad she bring her friends
Baby shake that ass
Bae I'm tryna see you dance
Heard she got a man
We ain't tryna shake no hands
Yeah, my nigkas spin
We ain't tryna make amends
G-Glock 22, you already know the gen
Pushed y'all to the edge
Cause all y'all nigkas is dead
Yeah we setting trends
My nigka there ain't no end
Tucked up in your bed
While all y'all nigkas is dead
Written by: Carlos Miranda
