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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joe Gallagher
Songwriter
Travis Foy
Songwriter
Lyrics
Tripp on the vocals, grip on the chokehold, I'll piss on a bozo
Listen here miss, when my fist and my wrist go past the neck, it's a no go
Comment on my lisp like it's a speech impediment, be adamant
A motherfucker turn into a comic book character faster than Atom Ant
All that chattering will get your teeth to shattering
No enemies, I'm not battling at your motherfucking gathering
All that pitter pattering got you bitches balancing
Your act, you always practicing, I mean bitch it's baffling cause
This is all i got
So if you want a shot
You gon have to stop me, stop me
A couple bullets in the glock
And it's aimed at your top
You gon have to stop me, stop me
This is all i got
So if you want a shot
You gon have to stop me, stop me
A couple bullets in the glock
And it's aimed at your top
You gon have to stop me, stop me
Peaceful protest meets the culprit, anarchy, panicked police
Riots in the city, gotta fear the fallout
JG the Beast gave me a piece, like bro can you hold that
Gave me the keys, now it's full speed. Yuh, We can't go back
2020 full of demons, letting skeletons out
Presidents fighting Twitter police, I don't see it settling down
So if this is the end of days, I'm the terminator
The world going to culminate in a corporate raid, governors down, Schwarzenegger
This is all i got
So if you want a shot
You gon have to stop me, stop me
A couple bullets in the glock
And it's aimed at your top
You gon have to stop me, stop me
This is all i got
So if you want a shot
You gon have to stop me, stop me
A couple bullets in the glock
And it's aimed at your top
You gon have to stop me, stop me
This that Ice Cube, I don't give a fuck mode
Baseball bat to your front door
Bustin up your plagues, got glass on your plush robe
Guilty with the pen, fuck a jury and a judge hoe
I'm like Russ, it's only me, there's no us
When it comes to the writing, recording, mixing, mastering, album design, it's my paint brush
Come in my lane bruh, it's dangerous
When mofos start seeing dividends, they better thank us
Cause when we came up, one of the first ones streaming in the DM
Around the time I dropped Breathin' but see when
They talk about 'em, we have to walk around 'em
But I can't count how many times we made 'em put chalk around em
I'm in my bag a little, don't mind if I brag a little
I got nothing to lose, I'm getting old, my balls sag a little
I don't cap, America, I attack and I'm back with a motherfucking attitude
Only way your getting ink in your name is if I'm tatting you
If the shoe fits, better get your roof fixed, you belong to the streets
Until they pull up with the black mags like The Cool Kids
Ooh shit, if you ain't feeling this, you probably listen to Yachty, can't piss in the potty
When I approach rap with a notepad, I want it to end with missing a body
This is all i got
So if you want a shot
You gon have to stop me, stop me
A couple bullets in the glock
And it's aimed at your top
You gon have to stop me, stop me
This is all i got
So if you want a shot
You gon have to stop me, stop me
A couple bullets in the glock
And it's aimed at your top
You gon have to stop me, stop me
Writer(s): Travis Foy
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