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Darrell Caldwell
Darrell Caldwell
Songwriter
Jameon Davis
Jameon Davis
Songwriter
Lathan Moses Echols
Lathan Moses Echols
Songwriter
Joshua Goldenberg
Joshua Goldenberg
Songwriter
Deangelo Smith
Deangelo Smith
Songwriter
Alec Tolken
Alec Tolken
Songwriter

Lyrics

Hit him with the forty ounce bounce, made his shoulder lean If you carryin' a Hi-Point, you cannot roll with me Pull up in a coupe, my bitch bad, she supposed to be Slapped a nigga I know ten years, he was close to me Any nigga falsifyin' statements, I'ma total him They gon' put you on a milk carton and a poster, too Cannon on my hip at all times, it's a photo shoot (Low the Great) Pull up in a coupe, my bitch bad, she supposed to be (Thank you, Fizzle) Pull up in a coupe, my bitch bad, she supposed to be Lookin' at my wrist and it's sayin' what it's supposed to say They gon' put you on a milk carton and a poster, too Cannon on my hip at all times, it's a photo shoot Pull up in a coupe, my bitch bad, she supposed to be Lookin' at my wrist and it's sayin' what it's supposed to say They gon' put you on a milk carton and a poster, too Cannon on my hip at all times, it's a photo shoot First off, you a bitch, nigga You a bum, how you take care of your kids, nigga? Where I'm from, was told to get it how I live, nigga Every rap you ever told was a fib, nigga How you a killa but you never been to jail, nigga? The DP means I didn't have no bail, nigga To sign me, I'ma need a couple mill', nigga Fuck 6iine, and any nigga deal with him Damn, nigga, I'm back at it They say, "Oh, you a singin' nigga," no, I'm still rappin' He said he a real shooter, but he still cappin' I'm just tryna add up money, nigga, no subtraction Stop, nigga you're a motherfuckin' goofy So many bitches, nigga, let's go make a movie Shots, and it's straight to medullas Spent three hunnid K, now I'm friends with my jeweler Have you ever made a promise to never tell? When I hear some nigga snitchin', I can't cope well Got a hunnid bad bitches in the hotel If you ain't fuckin' then leave, oh, well Beyond change, baby, with a toolie I hate all you niggas, yeah, you niggas so goofy I was fifteen when I was hittin' my first groupie Then I left some nut hangin' right off her boobie, hahaha First off, you a bitch, nigga You a bum, how you take care of your kids, nigga? Where I'm from, was told to get it how I live, nigga Every rap you ever told was a fib, nigga How you a killa but you never been to jail, nigga? The DP means I didn't have no bail, nigga To sign me, I'ma need a couple mill', nigga Fuck 6iine, and any nigga deal with him I was busy climbin' through windows, you was window shoppin' Should I whip the Benz or the Bent'? I got plenty options I just pulled a four in the pop, sippin' swamp water I just spilled a deuce in the coupe, knocked the top off I done crossed a nigga while ballin', think I'm Hot Sauce The chop got tits equipped, I bought it a boob job I done put red beams on your nose, he think he Rudolph I done did the dash on crabs, broke my stash spot Stinc Team, bitch, in the streets, no asphalt Assault rifle, walk him down, hit him 'til his body drop I was in school three years, learned how to block Pippi Longstocking, that's my bitch, but I left her at the spot First off, you a bitch, nigga You a bum, how you take care of your kids, nigga? Where I'm from, was told to get it how I live, nigga Every rap you ever told was a fib, nigga How you a killa but you never been to jail, nigga? The DP means I didn't have no bail, nigga To sign me, I'ma need a couple mill', nigga Fuck 6iine, and any nigga deal with him, ugh
Writer(s): Deangelo Darby Smith, Unknown Writer, Darrell Wayne Caldwell, Lathan Moses Echols Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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