Credits
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Kelly Louis
Songwriter:in
Lyrics
I grew up selling dope
Pop a **** cantaloupe yeah
These **** Ain't on shit
They be cappin
Telling jokes
If I catch em lacking
Leave em praying like a pope yeah
It's 10K mother fucker
Yeah this ain't no joke
Your bitch told me when you was
Lock up you drop the soap
While you was in the cell
Your bitch was given me
That throat
All these **** cappin huh
these **** acting huh
Spitting all this fire
Got me feeling like a dragon huh
These **** sleeping on me
While they bitches with me
Napping huh
She know what we on
I swear to god Yeah
We be trapping boy
You **** really joke boy
Ain't nobody really laughing boy
You **** really bitchest
Ya should tryouts for some
pageants boy
Fuck up on your bitch
And then I pass it
Like i'm magic boy
Split that boy in half
And then divide em
Like a fraction boy
Pop em like a weasel
You should know i'm
Pistol packing boy
Call me Jimmy neutron
When this choppa
Get to blasting boy
Pow pow pow
Yeah he
Slidin on your ass
Yeah pow pow
Slidin on your ass
Yeah yeah yeah
Boy we Slidin on your ahh
Hold up
Hold up
Hold up
Slidin on your ahh
Pow pow pow
Yeah he
Slidin on your ass
Yeah pow pow
Slidin on your ass
Yeah yeah yeah
Boy we Slidin on your ahh
Hold up
Hold up
Hold up
Slidin on your ahh
Written by: Kelly Louis
