Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
L Tyrone Crider, Jr
Songwriter
Simeon Nwokenkwo
Songwriter
Lyrics
Cook up
Ayo RAN, turn that up
I'll stick my neck out over that line, before they claim my soul
I had to break the limits, find myself and lay my road
I thought that snake was my lil brother
Until he bit my hand
Threw a lil strobe light on my Taurus
Make him do that dance
Pump make a nigga go long like Ricky
Catching these bullets, praying for a pick six
Tired of this bitch acting like I need her
Ho turn around wanna swipe these Visas
Tell them folks let go of my people
In that water it get deeper
Met some innies fucking with Staples
They wanna have sit downs at the table
Talk about how we about to run this pack up, through the ceiling
Don't let the door hit you on the way out
Don't bring your feelings
I remember Too Hot said, it's in you put it in they face
I make money in different cities, trying to see 50 states
She wanna get near and get to know me
She's investigative
Everything on me real, them folks in Paris made this
I got the world in my palms
Angels waiting at Heaven's Gates, yeah
Please don't be alarmed
This G-lock ain't come with safety
MONOBOYDOLO, what made me
Loso, Lil Ro, Spazz Gang the real organization
OG just got paid, send that anyway
When yo head under that water, can't look for a savior
I'll stick my neck out over that line, before they claim my soul
I had to break the limits, find myself and lay my road
I thought that snake was my lil brother
Until he bit my hand
Threw a lil strobe light on my Taurus
Make 'em do that dance
Pump make a nigga go long like Ricky
Catching these bullets, praying for a pick six
Tired of this bitch acting like I need her
Ho turn around wanna swipe these
Would be lying if I said I wasn't scared
Not of you niggas, just my mama seeing me dead
Only a angel ain't no devils in my head
Talking to God like every chance I get
Inflate my prices need 10 bucks a leg
Doing donuts DT losing my tread
Catch me on BET in 'bout a year
They almost took me 12 gauge for a zip
Age number was thing Doug Will
Working OT a quarter and a fifth
All she wanted was a pic and then she dipped
Hard body plastic shaped like Kylie Kim
But rather bool with some melanin
I don't need her, left her in the wind
Lil block baby swooped her off the bend
It's a wrap roll the credits that's the end, yeah
I'll stick my neck out over that line, before they claim my soul
I had to break the limits, find myself and lay my road
I thought that snake was my lil brother
Until he bit my hand
Threw a lil strobe light on my Taurus
Make 'em do that dance
Pump make a nigga go long like Ricky
Catching these bullets, praying for a pick six
Tired of this bitch acting like I need her
Ho turn around wanna swipe these Visas
Writer(s): L Crider, Jr
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