Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
L Foster
L Foster
Songwriter
Yasin Roy
Yasin Roy
Songwriter

Lyrics

The best to ever do it on that cool shit Pimp shit my nigga I need a buick Niggas can't fuck with the team you must be stupid New me found a purpose you niggas useless I'm Yeezy boosting I ain't fucking with Laboutins Still might pull out the Nikes the real spikes Jordan grapes 5s with the teal on the side Fine wine spill then we peel in that ride Cruise control watch for cops on patrol Got the packs still attached can't let it go Still pusha tonne if you know then you know Listening to HOV is you a friend or foe 94 Nasir Jones them with the flow Illmatic still active catch me on the go Fuck with the snow O'z around like its Pluto Fly guy paraglide fuck a parachute though Mazzatello hammer round lay a coward Pots swirl around distribute across the town Knocking out a box we can go a hunned rounds Summertime shovel snow catch me in a plow Niggas wonder how we got it poppin' in a drought Break a damn brick and had it flooding in the south Stacking up a stack in the back of Mamma couch Now your bitch on my dick drop it in her mouth Call me what you want just don't call the feds on me House of the dead trap kitchen we fed zombies Carrot or the stick both ways I fed donkeys Wasn't meant to be a dealer a kilo just fell on me This can't be my destiny it was just my environment Hella fiends buying but no jobs Weren't hiring Everybody screwface no body wasn't smiling You think I get a kick out being run down by sirens OK, maybe a little bit Everytime I sell a brick I still get adrenaline Cling film and cellotape you know I been a veteran They come and see me when they need they beef settling
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