Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Koan Morris
Songwriter
Lyrics
First day out no exceptions
I pop out cause they requested
Locked in these cuffs ain't get arrested
Not tryna cuff just want some head bitch
I need some louis v
Ten past thirteen now them comps all over me
JBS im still tryna make it over C's
When he pulled me over her thought I was smoking weed
Now I can't get lost cause everywhere I go is home see
All these hoes around me when Im with them I feel lonely
Popping aderol to forget that i'm fucking homely
But i'm winning now your favorite rapper tryna clone me
Really villainous the police don't know who they playing with
Really in these streets you know i'm not on all that saying shit
All my people on the rise i'm rolling with a famous clique
We gon sing fuck 12 then we got fuck another famous bitch
They be praying on my down fall
I be living like a outlaw
I stack them racks they asking how tall
I make them stacks you know I can't fall
They really praying on my downfall
I be living like a outlaw
I stack them racks they asking how tall
I make them stacks you know I can't fall
I'm really out here thuggin don't know what to tell ya
I bring this choppa to your party call it show and tell but
I don't associate with snitches you should keep your mouth shut
I don't discriminate with bitches they call me a man slut
Ay fuck 12 bitch whole lot of gang shit going on you know what i'm saying
Gang shit gang gang
Tryna cuff me on the side of the road ima cuff your bitch
Ima cuff your wife ima cuff your daughter bitch
They really praying on my downfall
I be living like a outlaw
I stack them racks they asking how tall
I make them stacks you know I can't fall
They really praying on my downfall
I be living like a outlaw
I stack them racks they asking how tall
I make them stacks you know I can't fall
Writer(s): Koan Morris
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