Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jalek Armon Mitchell
Songwriter
Rohman Linell Mitchell Jr.
Songwriter
Lyrics
Yeah
Lets go
Munchin' on shrooms
And I cant go to sleep cuz' I got insomnia
I block out all the bullshit
No i dont hear it
I go dumb but I don't think that I'm dumb
If i catch a vibe and think that it's weird
I swear I go dumber than dumb
I used to be a bum'
I used to be nun'
That's why I eat all my crumbs yeah
I heard he said some so I reach for my tummy
You see how I'm clutching my gun yeah
Like the feds had caught me for some
I'm chasing that money (yea whoah)
Like I'm on the run yeah
I stay in my lane
I just read between the lines
In your face i can see how you lying
Creep up with that iron
It's a line on your spine
I told Stevie no wonder I made him go blind
I poured me a cup of some red
It's not wine
Chilling with snakes
You can't fuck with these slimes
Ooh I might talk shit but I'm keeping it real
I hide the stick so you don't know if it's here
Michael Jackson kick I give em' a thrill
Do or die I take a shot for my peers
Fuck what you talking I'm shining this year
Focused on money can't hide in the rear
Up doing thangs with ya hoe that you didnt know
Now she wanna' suck my dick off
Heard she wanna' fuck with a big dog
Pop a perc, halftime watch me kick off
Don't hit my line
I'm not taking no calls
I was never really a fan of yall'
Ima' stick up in her mouth like a straw
My dick blow her lips off
Munchin' on shrooms
And I cant go to sleep cuz' I got insomnia
I block out all the bullshit
No i dont hear it
I go dumb but I don't think that I'm dumb
If i catch a vibe and think that it's weird
I swear I go dumber than dumb
I used to be a bum'
I used to be nun'
That's why I eat all my crumbs yeah (whoah)
I heard he said some so I reach for my tummy
You see how I'm clutching my gun yeah
Like the feds had caught me for some
I'm chasing that money (yea whoah)
Like I'm on the run yeah
I stay in my lane
I just read between the lines
In your face i can see how you lying
Creep up with that iron
It's a line on your spine
I told Stevie no wonder I made him go blind
Fucking this bitch and I'm breaking her spine
She sucking my dick and you know she ain't mind
Sent the bitch home with a broke spine
I got a set of twin bitches and they both dimes
No stop sign
Know them bullets flying about mine
No cap in my rap
Get ya' ass knocked off the map
I came in this bitch with my strap
She taking that dick and im knowing it hurt
I'm fucking this bitch off this perc
Walk in this church and I'm spinnin' this verse
Get ya' head put in a hurst
Get ya' ass pop like a perc
Me and young Tvne we walking this verse
Catch a opp lackin'
Pop em' then speed off in traffic
Tryna' catch another opp lackin'
Free Chubb he ain't rat
Walk him down
Hit him in his back
Now that's a new opp pack
Playing around will get you wacked (Slatt)
4-5-6 I crack
Fuckin' this bitch from the back
I'm lovin' the way that she throwin' it back
I'm clutchin' my gun she reach back
Eye spy with my cartiers
I see coyotes they sleep in the field yea
I started from nothing to something
I work on my highs and I work on my M's aye
Real talk
Aye
Real choppa'
Aye Anime
Aye Servin' cupcakes
I'm like what up bae
I'm like wassup mate
To be continued...
Writer(s): Jalek Mitchell
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