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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bobbyray Cartledge
Songwriter
Henry Shoults
Songwriter
Lyrics
See all this ice surround my neck this shit be dancing like Michelle Quan
Everybody riding with me know they keep that Teflon
And if he see me better bow down that pussy boy gets stepped on
And I don't give a fuck about no police, I got gas on me like Chevron
See this is me you can smoke that shit for free, you can get it cheap
I don't give a fuck, I bought a brand-new pistol just last week
That bitch got a clip in it that thang it probably hold 18
Flashy like some Christmas lights, I swear that it ain't Christmas Eve
My Hellcat a promoter when I'm in that bitch I book it
That boy was talking money we rolled up, and then we took it
I had my mask on I seen him he was looking at me crooked
Don't give a fuck about who he got with him, I'm hiding in the bushes
Bow
Circle small like spaghettios
She doing cocaine in the villa while she get ready though
See, I don't fuck with none of these petty hoes
Boy, you know we getting plenty Os
I got a chopper with a drum, yeah, that bitch be going dumb
Do do do
We know where you're from, bet your block be getting spun
Do do do
I got a chopper with a drum, yeah, that bitch be going dumb
Do do do
We know where you're from, bet your block be getting spun
Do do do
Aye my brothers with me just like Phineas and Ferb
Bitch got a Glock, keep it in her purse
All these other rappers get on my nerves
I swear to God, I make them bite the curb
Pay for the feature hundred a word
I don't fuck with these folks an you live in you learn
Asking for the reviews asking for the tunes
I just told um when you get it, it's your turn
Choppa got titties, I swear that it's with it
That muhfuckin' beam, and it is aimed for your fitted
That white boy he steadily running in the city
You come in this bitch and I swear that you get it
All wanna know what's going on in my head
Shit I'm just trying to stay lit, while I get me some bread
I got a chopper with a drum, yeah, that bitch be going dumb
Do do do
We know where you're from, bet your block be getting spun
Do do do
I got a chopper with a drum, yeah, that baby going dumb
Do do do
We know where you're from, bet your block be getting spun
Do do do
(Aight now run it back, lemme get some more adlibs on the hook)
Cut the beat right here
Cut the beat right here
Cut the beat right here
Cut the beat like hold on
I got a chopper with a drum, yeah, that bitch be going dumb
Do do do
We know where you're from, bet your block be getting spun
Do do do
I got a chopper with a drum, yeah, that bitch be going dumb
Do do do
We know where you're from, bet your block be getting spun
Do do do
Circle small like spaghettios
She doing cocaine in the suite while she get ready though
See, I don't fuck with none of these petty hoes
Boy, you know we getting plenty Os
Writer(s): Bobbyray Cartledge
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