Credits
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Keith Bogle III
Songwriter:in
Lyrics
She put her hand in my pocket
She tryna feel sum
I put his brains on the floor, i'm tryna kill sum
Just like it's fast & furious lil **** i'm fucking the rims up
You fuck with my **** you'll end up dead, i'm talking bout twin nem
She want the prada bag okay, we bringing the cash out
He want the body bag lil **** i hope he don't crash out
She want me to meet both parents
I told her i'm too embarrassed
The diamonds they flash, they glaring
Two big stones in both my earrings
I'm seeing red, i'm ready to blam sum, go slam sum
I step in the function your hoe think i'm cute, she calling me handsome
My money is green & green & green like i'm talking through samsung
Send him to hell, we taking his soul like i'm talking bout Shang Tsung
Yea it's going down, yea it's going down i think that's the plan huh
Yea i got a bad lil bitch from japan, she know what im sayin huh
These **** be lame, these **** be dorks, you live on the gram huh
When i'm on the block they scream "TK" i feel like the man huh
I feel like the boss but no rick ross
I fuck on that hoe and we call it a toss up
You live on the net, yea i might ddos you
Scared of the demons, he holding the cross up
I got the cheese yea i got the green, no none of these **** is fucking with me
You fuck with L.D and you fuck with HP,
Man fuck hell, **** just send em to me
You **** get money? you **** just bitches
Eh my **** we know that's a reach
Like 007, kill that lil boy and we send em to heaven
**** you dead, better pray to the reverend
Kill your lil homie your ass got depression
I'm too up, just give me a second
It's the end of the world, call me armageddon
Written by: Keith Bogle III
