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Shakeem Butler
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Calvin Fluellen
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Lyrics
We turn **** to strands, got dead **** in my lungs
How the fuck you tryna war with me if you ain't got no funds
How the fuck you tryna war with me if you ain't got no gun
**** spoke on me, I took his bitch, skeeted on her tongue
Young rich ****, I still might get active in black force ones, uh, uh
I beat her back down, I drove her crazy the way that I'm makin' her cum
No, this not Smackdown, I make her tap out, I'm puttin' dick in her lungs
No, this not Smackdown, I make her tap out, I put my thumb in her, I make her, eh, eh
She ya wife, she my slut, eh
I was fucked up, now my diamonds crushed up
Switches on switches one tap and he done, pfft, yeah
Fly shit, I can go rockstar drip every day of the month, yeah
Real P, I ain't gotta say nun, I can fuck any bitch that I want, yeah
I'm in Atlanta, I ain't even go to sleep its like 8 in the morning, yeah
I been a bull, the way I'm ballin' on ****, I feel like Jordan, yeah
I fucked your bitch, I kicked her out, she thought she was important, yeah
She wanted me to fly her out, she don't deserve to see that water
We turn **** to strands, got dead **** in my lungs
How the fuck you tryna war with me if you ain't got no funds
How the fuck you tryna war with me if you ain't got no gun
**** spoke on me, I took his bitch, skeeted on her tongue
Young rich ****, I still might get active in black force ones, uh, uh
I beat her back down, I drove her crazy the way that I'm makin' her cum
No, this not Smackdown, I make her tap out, I'm puttin' dick in her lungs
No, this not Smackdown, I make her tap out, I put my thumb in her, I make her
Okay
This ain't no regular car, yeah
Shit, we fuck on the regular, so I be fuckin' them raw
Okay, bitch, I'm the head of my block
I'm tryna behave me a opp, uh-uh
Bitch, I be bending them blocks, I'm ahead of my time, so I sent her a watch
****, I send a hit
They gone think I'm John Madden the way I send a blitz, yeah
Down bad on your dick, yeah
Broke, you need to fix, yeah
Wise man once said you better go and hit a lick
I said, rich ****, oh
I don't got no money problems
I said, bitch ****, oh
You don't want no fuckin' problems
Bitch, I'm tryna take a troll
Turn em to a fuckin' zombie
I said, lil' bro, take your soul
He just wanna catch a homie
We turn **** to strands, got dead **** in my lungs
How the fuck you tryna war with me if you ain't got no funds
How the fuck you tryna war with me if you ain't got no gun
**** spoke on me, I took his bitch, skeeted on her tongue
Young rich ****, I still might get active in black force ones, uh, uh
I beat her back down, I drove her crazy the way that I'm makin her cum
Written by: Calvin Fluellen, Shakeem Butler