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Edot Babyy
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Ransom
Composer
Elvis Beatz
Composer
Elijah Irvin
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Ransom
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Elvis Beatz
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Elvis
Ransom, you fucked this beat
Grrah
Grrah, boom, uh
Like, hol' up
I'm 2wooK, I shoot broad day
Man, them niggas pussy they know what's up
Big Glock on the scene, I ain't lettin' up
And them niggas know that, but they won't show that
Bitch, I'm a problem, I'm really tough
And it come to that drill shit, I really kill shit
600K, man, they know what's up, grrah
And I'm smokin' on Lotti, he got me deady
I'm like, "TP, where is the bready?"
Cdai a Rat, I'm smokin' on Fetti
Bend through the 2, while I'm totin' on Kelly
If I call up Roscoe, he let shots go
Might flock at the Flocka
Dougie B, you a fuckin' imposter
You was on dick tryna be on the roster
I'm tryna get 'em, lift 'em
I'm on the block wit' the Smith &
All of these opp niggas dissin'
But them niggas never ain't spin shit, like, uh
And them niggas got backdoored
They tried to spin on my brother, he clapped 4
And you know we Die 4z
I'ma Die Y fly guy, spin wit' my mask on
They know that shit
Roscoe wit' me, that opp get hit
Free Banga, been buggin' since shhh got hit
That 2MF, St. Nick shit to my dick
I catch a DreamTeam, take his medal off
Show them MB niggas, how to really ball
I'ma shoot on sight when I get the call
Shootin' out the V, watch them niggas fall (6oh-K)
'Lilah, Dummy, Lotti
That's three opps that died, they ain't never get back
I'm on that shit wit' them niggas
If they try to spin on my side, then they gettin' clapped
Like, don't try to run up, I got my gun up
Benzo he wit' me, he stay movin' tact
Them niggas buggin', word to my mother
That's on the gang, TyTy a rat
Like, hol' up
I'm 2wooK, I shoot broad day
Man, them niggas pussy they know what's up
Big Glock on the scene, I ain't lettin' up
And them niggas know that, but they won't show that
Bitch, I'm a problem, I'm really tough
And it come to that drill shit, I really kill shit
600K, man, they know what's up, grrah
And I'm smokin' on Lotti, he got me deady
I'm like, "TP, where is the bready?"
Cdai a Rat, I'm smokin' on Fetti
Bend through the 2, while I'm totin' on Kelly
If I call up Roscoe, he let shots go
Might flock at the Flocka
Dougie B, you a fuckin' imposter
You was on dick tryna be on the roster (Gang-gang-gang)
Writer(s): Edward Johnson, Jeremy Arbesfeld
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