Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Raymond Mosley Jr.
Songwriter
Kevin Jones
Songwriter
Lyrics
Yea
Yea
I just pulled up in that ESV, make em broadcast no TNT
Know some niggas with keys, trynna sell a lease
I think my jaw broke, I let the money speak
We gone blow like a whistle, that nigga reach
This shit got bigger than me, I can't see my feet
Ask her if she gonna fuck with the kid, ain't gotta guess what she said
That bitch was like yea
Ask em if they gonna fuck with the gang, know they trynna hang
Them bitches like yea
Ask her if she trynna die for this dick, think this bitch really sick
She was like yea
Ask her if she wanna live for this shit, she alive cause of it
She was like yea
Yea
Yea
Yea
Green light gang, got shooters on go
Milly global, name going 'round like a cold
Cold winters, buying ice adjusting to the snow
Adjusting my list, we got some opps gone
Shot at her friend, hoping she ain't notice
Play with the money, posted at your door like a eviction notice
If I wrote it quote, if I roll it smoke it
Keep the Glock closer, cause these niggas posing
Like they really want it, call it window shopping
Cuddle with the chopper
If bullets was words, this bitch shooting novels
Tell me bout no bitch, I just might cut her
Yeah I could've fucked her, passed to my brother
Had to relapse snap back like a trucker
Ask her if she gonna fuck with the kid, ain't gotta guess what she said
That bitch was like yea
Ask em if they gonna fuck with the gang, know they trynna hang
Them bitches like yea
Ask her if she trynna die bout this dick, think this bitch really sick
She was like yea
Ask em if they wanna live for this shit, she alive cause of it
She was like yea
Yea
Yea
Yea
Yea
Yea
Yea
Yea
Writer(s): Raymond Mosley Jr.
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