Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Juan Cummings
Songwriter
Lyrics
How many licks can you name that You done hit with all your real Dawgs
How many times told you A N****a try he gone get killed dawg
Keep my fire everyday this ain't no Game this s**t for real dog sh*t
That I done did it's a blessing im Still here dog they ain't wanna Hear my story
They just wanna see Me behind them bars for real
Damn my wrist got flooded
Pockets on hunneds drop
The top on my car for real
King of the jungle seen n***as Snake they own family
Like they Was scar for real patnas crossed Me been damn near homeless
That sh*t left me heartless
That left me heartless no key to start it
You can start it finish you with the choppa Molly working
Ranned up geeked up round the lobby Who tryna stop us
We creepy crawling Running round that lobby
Creepy crawling, geeked on molly Glocky
Ima pop it it's a 40 make you sleepy, drowsy
Don't make me pull your card
Cause just like cards You know we be swiping Drive to many cars
Just like bars you know it: Take time It took time for this
Now look at the ice on my wrist
Look how it shine and it glist, N****as dropping dimes
For this s**t, Tryna come home
I Pour up a 4, Just leave me alone
Writer(s): Juan Cummings
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