Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christopher Lamonte Harris Jr
Songwriter
Lyrics
WWE smackdown
I blow her back out
Flexing on them hoes
Bitch you know we pull them packs out
Them racks out
Fucking on that bitch I made her scat out
Max out
Shawty never met a nigga from the south
Blackout
Smoking that exotic make you pass out
You know me
Xcal bitch I'm a money getter
Told that bitch get out my face
She fake like kylie jenner
My flow hot like a skillet but my bars cold like December
Bitch I'm a veteran
You a beginner
Don't act out of line
We know you a pretender
Cut up his head
Put that boy in a blender
Don't come acting reckless cause shit going to get hectic
You know my boy crivax not to be messed with
Boy talking shit so we taught him a lesson
Okay like ouwee
Oh no
Kicking shit like bruce lee
Whipping shit like dojo
Shawty get to bouncing on my dick just like a pogo
Damn
You the type to snake yo own brudda
That's a low blow
I don't got time to be dealing with these dumb hoes
These skunk hoes
Posted up late night bitch with the bros
Yeah fuck nigga quick to shoot
Scared to throw hands cause he'll get stepped on
Stomped that boy so hard I left a footprint on his fucking dome
He thought the shit was cap
His stupid ass was missing chromosomes
They can't fuck with vax and xcal
When we in the zone
Look how far we done grown
We catching a bag and we bringing it home
Not going out sad
We takeoff
Can't be last
Got my foot on the gas
While they freeze like snow cones
Writer(s): Christopher Harris Jr
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