Top Songs By DevanTheSlayer
Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Devan Anthony Shaver
Songwriter
Don Grant Corlone
Songwriter
Lyrics
Ay Ay, Yup, Ay Ay, Yup
Momma call my phone, she asking me like "where the fuck you at?"
I be getting money momma, had to go and get my racks
Count it up and watch it stack, Kill an opp and smoke his pack
I know this life be dangerous, but I could never go like that
Woke up in the morning, brush my teeth, and then I pop a bean
I don't do no robberies, I'm kicking doors and making scenes
Brand new choppa, Brand new beam, stay outside, we smoke this green
Used to say my life a movie, now this shit is like a dream
I walk in this bitch with the yea, you walk in this bitch with the no
It's only cheating if I keep it a secret, so I had to let the bitch know (Okay)
But she wasn't with it and she started tripping so I had to let the bitch go (Get on)
Ain't tryna go back and forth cuz you made your decision so get your ass on
Its kinda hard to see her go, but she was expendable
Even next to a random hoe, even next to a random hoe (Hoe)
If it don't make money, can't go
I was broke, it was hurting my soul
Jewelry on my wrist and its cold (Ice)
I can never go to the past, 25 on my team that's the cash
If she wanna break up she can ask
I keep it me we can clash
I put my whole foot through the dash (Dash)
I'm tryna go Ricky Bobby in that motherfucker, boy you know I go fast
I moving that grass too fast, they wonder why I put a plug on my mask (Oh, Okay)
You act like you do, but you don't
You act like you do, but you don't
You act like you do, but you don't
You act like you do, but you don't
Had to tell the bitch leave me alone, Had to tell the bitch leave me alone
Had to tell her stop calling my phone, Had to tell her stop calling my phone
This bitch never leave me alone, I told her to suck me sloppy, need some dome
Lose my number or your phone, I'm in the studio, I'm the zone
Bullets fly, he gon' see chrome, make him reach for the sky, Al Capone
Why you buy that lil' vest, we don't aim below neck
All my niggas, we aim for the dome
Momma call my phone, she asking me like "where the fuck you at?"
I be getting money momma, had to go and get my racks
Count it up and watch it stack, Kill an opp and smoke his pack
I know this life be dangerous, but I could never go like that
Woke up in the morning, brush my teeth, and then I pop a bean
I don't do no robberies, I'm kicking doors and making scenes
Brand new choppa, Brand new beam, stay outside, we smoke this green
Used to say my life a movie, now this shit is like a dream
Writer(s): Devan Shaver
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