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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Young Nudy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Quantavious T. Thomas
Songwriter
JordanXL
Composer
Tariq Sharrieff
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
BL$$D
Producer
JordanXL
Producer
Alverne "Verne" Emmanuel
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
BL$$D
First of all, I want you to put your middle fingers up
And tell anybody that said fuck you (Just blessed the bitch)
Fuck 'em back, hahahaha, bitch (Get you some money)
Yeah, how did you do it?
How did I do it? Bitch, this how I do it
I came from the bottom, bitch, I had to do it
I came from the bottom, this how I had to do it
I came from the bottom, this how I had to do it
I came from the bottom, this how I had to do it
Choppers on deck, you know I influence
Glocks on deck, you know I influence
I came from the bottom, this how I had to do it
We shootin' and robbin', only thing we doin'
She bouncin' and suckin', only thing she doin'
She say she want money, somethin' I ain't doin'
Sippin' these drugs and smokin', baby, baby
I fuck you so good, you might just be my lady
I nut in your mouth, not your pussy, no baby
You fuck with me, baby? Hold the Glock 380
Them bricks in the back and they white like Slim Shady
I got the Percocet, the strap from the Grady
I be sippin' drank, I'm smokin' the greatest
I feel like Flavor Flav 'cause I got the flavor
Knock a nigga out like Floyd 'bout the paper
Stunner frames on, I cannot see no hater
Yeah, yeah
(Ayy, give me them stunner frames)
(Man, give me them stunner frames), yeah
Give me that glizzy
Hold up, nah, keep the glizzy, give that to the shooter (Yeah)
Give me the bankroll
Give him a piece of the bankroll
So when somebody act wrong, he keep that
Yeah, inhale the evil, evil, huh
I'm smokin' on the devil, yeah
Play with me, get the shovel, yeah
Bitch hit the heavy metal, slime
I get more money than these niggas, dawg
These niggas ain't gettin' money, what they thought?
I kick the bitch out my whip and then she walk
You know I'm a boss and bitches like to stalk
The quarterback, move the pack, I'm Michael Vick
They tryna catch me and my dawgs on a lick
They wanna see niggas locked up in a cage
We blitzin' the opps, shoot the snitch 'fore they safe
We boys in the hood, we don't fuck with no treys
You hop out the whip, we don't got nothin' to say
We blow your back out with the shotty like Ricky
We keep it rock solid like Shotti, no snitchin'
Choppers on deck, you know I influence
Glocks on deck, you know I influence
I came from the bottom, this how I had to do it
We shootin' and robbin', only thing we doin'
She bouncin' and suckin', only thing she doin'
She say she want money, somethin' I ain't doin'
Sippin' these drugs and smokin', baby, baby
I fuck you so good, you might just be my lady
I nut in your mouth, not your pussy, no baby
You fuck with me, baby? Hold the Glock 380
Them bricks in the back and they white like Slim Shady
I got the Percocet, the strap from the Grady
I be sippin' drank, I'm smokin' the greatest
I feel like Flavor Flav 'cause I got the flavor
Knock a nigga out like Floyd 'bout the paper
Stunner frames on, I cannot see no hater
Ayy, free my nigga, yo, they tryna give him twenty
Tryna cut his time to make him go against me
Fuck with that boy, shawty realest of the realest
Couple niggas out here turned into some bitches
Couple niggas fuck with turned into some snitches
But it's like that, I'm livin' built for it
Jump in the water, nigga, head forward
Can't be sloppy with the stick, no dive board
Stabbin' cutthroat in the middle of court
We PDE 4L, bitch nigga, of course
These niggas switchin' like they never had a choice
Hear it in your voice, you's a bitch, boy
This gangster shit, a lotta niggas ain't built for it
Lotta niggas ain't built for it, this stick poke like pitchfork
Get you a cap and gown
Ain't no rappin', my nigga, we steppin' out (Yeah), yeah
I'm not no other rapper
Send your way, then them shooters gon' gun you down (Grraow, grraow)
Word around town, bitch, I run the town (Yeah)
Yeah, the Bermuda my stomping ground (Yeah)
Where the bitch niggas don't come around (Yeah)
Your big homie not gangster, he's a clown (Yeah)
I get the AK-47, got the smile
Make a pussy nigga frown (Give me that, pussy)
Clown
Choppers on deck, you know I influence
Glocks on deck, you know I influence
I came from the bottom, this how I had to do it
We shootin' and robbin', only thing we doin'
She bouncin' and suckin', only thing she doin'
She say she want money, somethin' I ain't doin'
Sippin' these drugs and smokin', baby, baby
I fuck you so good, you might just be my lady
I nut in your mouth, not your pussy, no baby
You fuck with me, baby? Hold the Glock 380
Them bricks in the back and they white like Slim Shady
I got the Percocet, the strap from the Grady
I be sippin' drank, I'm smokin' the greatest
I feel like Flavor Flav 'cause I got the flavor
Knock a nigga out like Floyd 'bout the paper
Stunner frames on, I cannot see no hater
Stunner on you fuck niggas, uh
Y'all fuck niggas, uh, huh
I get more money than you, hahahaha
Give a fuck, nigga
Yeah
Writer(s): Jordan Peter Orvosh, Tariq Sharrieff, Quantavious Tavario Thomas
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