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Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Yemme
Rap
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Alan Peck
Songwriter:in
Mike Matuli
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Yemme
Co-Produzent:in
Lyrics
Aye, aye, aye, aye, yeah
Damn, what should I say this time
You know I don't play bout' mine
You know that I'm tired of trying
You know that your tryna be silent
I'm bout to hop on a private
Told the pilot let me fly it
Fuck a different state, bitch
I'll take you to a different place, bitch
This not a whip, this a spaceship
Suck my dick, how it taste, bitch
When I come through that's yo doom
Your bitch fuck with my tunes
She pick and choose and you lose
Three deep shooting with my goons
It never come down to a truce
Feel like I got nothin to lose
Watch how we came to his block
My gun came crashing, put on a stock
You ain't get that, did you
I put the pressor on the pistol
If you press me, send a missile
And I bet it's not gon miss you
Me and gang too official
Lean in my cup, you can hear it trickle
Bullets hit him, not gon tickle
Stay with them green tips like a pickle
Yeah, Polamalu they gon pick you
Got my dogs tell em sick you
If he made a rap im really gon diss you
Yeah that's the way how it be and nobody starve if everybody eat
Nothin on a nigga cheap, rocking the chrome hearts Ima priest
Yeah, she get hit like a tee
How you trust her if she fuckin on me
I'm the one they wanna be
Goddamn I need sleep
watch your tone bitch for' you see
Aye, Ima hold back this time
Ima tap that I think she a dime, I pick that bitch out a line
The range rover get off in no time, you don't wanna see it slide
I'm like a bomb I blow up her mind, she look at me like I'm blind
You not free of charge of my time, your gonna have to pay a fine
If passing dimes was a crime, I'd be locked up for life
G-Lock number 9, know I keep it by my side
Reload when it fye, Ima hit em in his eye, Ima pop him like surprise
Please don't try to switch sides, life a game i'm rolling dice, I hit the two step twice
She gimme head on sight
Feel like uzi, Ima buy it
If you wanna test us, try it
I'm telling you now that we violent
I'm an assassin in silence, in the distance hear a siren
Put it in sport mode, watch it get off
I am the nigga that she tryna live off
We on his block have a spin off
It ain't shit to knock his bitch off
Writer(s): Alan Peck, Mike Matuli
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