Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Yuhas
Songwriter
Lyrics
Fuck corona heard its quarantine better wear yo hazmat
Smell the weed from miles away this is gas pack
Makin hits two for two call me drake goin back to back
Bitch said she wanna fuck told her for a stack
Told my fl when you leave aint no coming back
Told the bitch once I walk away aint no turning back
Started rapping on the mic dv mixing up the track
Getting to the bag I like to ball not talking shaq
Brother trying hit the stu so I made another slap
Before this rap shit getting packs out the trap
Young D be gassing bitch yea I love to rap
Oh Shit they let me in the booth im bout to snap
Remember bitches actin like Phienes tryna get a 8th
Like a stock getting to the bag at a growing rate
If you starved wit me go ahead grab a plate
If you talkin them pigs snitching we cant relate
By tomorrow bitch I need 60
Im the man got the keys to the city
Yo bitch sound choosey wanna come with me
Drip is on point im looking real spiffy
Bitch aint bossed up she aint fuckin wit me
Always gotta watch back cuz haters iffy
This nina gilda gray hit um make um shimmy
I was dancing with the devil shoutout gritty
Hit seven at the d game wiping money off the flo
Next day hit the club threw it at a stripper hoe
Brody said this shit sick told um thats a cold flow
If I gotta shoot bet they sinking like a free throw
Brothers ran through that opp bitch thats a freak hoe
Brother call his strap a spirit catchter how its taken souls
Brody ask how im up show um a few cheats codes
Trucking through the field for a score im in beastmode
You pillow talking wit a bitch broke the g code
My killa take out a hitman scanned his barcode
He dont really talk but make that clip unload
Heard he caught a opp lacking at the crossroad
Have a bitch scam a rapper thas celina powell
Bitch dont bring a bag to the table thats a foul
Had to get my nut then im throwin in the towel
Kick the bitch out the doe I think the hoe fell
By tomorrow bitch I need 60
Im the man got the keys to the city
Yo bitch sound choosey wanna come with me
Drip is on point im lookin real spiffy
Bitch aint bossed up she aint fuckin wit me
Always gotta watch back cuz haters iffy
This nina gilda gray hit um make um shimmy
I was dancing with the devil shoutout gritty
Need a holster for this 40 it just keep slipping
Sucka get to actin up me or brody tripping
Youngins out late night fell in love wit sipping
When im fighting demons heavy syrup sipping
Im the type to fuck a bougie hoe then scam the bitch
How you want the bag but wont work to get rich
If im tossing you a pack better score on the pitch
If you run with my dope gotta hit the kill switch
Bitches broke got a different image they portray
Ask to hold some cash I told the bitch no way
Could get it any way but pimping is the easy way
Told her its a pay day if you do what I say
Its a hustla instinct gotta trap to the riches
I dont do regular hoes only fuck bad bitches
Had to cut some loses off burned a few bridges
When the hoe sucking dick make her feel ambitious
I dont want yo pussy baby just yo mega mind
Tunnel vision different cause its on a dollar sign
Fucked a bitch at a party she a pill popper
Tryna take a hit she photobombed had to crop her
By tomorrow bitch I need 60
Im the man got the keys to the city
Yo bitch sound choosey wanna come with me
Drip is on point im lookin real spiffy
Bitch aint bossed up she aint fuckin wit me
Always gotta watch back cuz haters iffy
This nina gilda gray hit um make um shimmy
I was dancing with the devil shoutout gritty
Writer(s): David Yuhas
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