Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bryce Charles
Songwriter
Lyrics
I might mix the perc with x cus bitch I'm taking all my chances
I'm at Cvs i don't walk out empty handed
I'm a bandit where i'm standing we toat tools like a mechanic
Reckless abandon i panic when i'm sober i can't stand it
Man my chest hurt hella weed i smoke the best earth
When i go to church i just pray that my tek work
I won't test her on my nerves i can't text her
Man my wrist hurt go to work i cant rest first
I just chef up choppa blew thru like 100 trucks
If i'm next up world gon find out i don't give no fucks
100 niggas kreepin' out tha cut yea that's really us
100 bucks hydros powered up keep yo semi tucked
Keep yo semi close we dispose better duck n roll
Hop up out a hole upping poles dumping ammo
7up pull up to tha club in some camo
Got a bullet belt on my waist but i ain't rambo
Got a rocket launcher on my shoulder i'm commando
You don't even know i'm kimono got dirty fanta
Not atlanta all my texas niggas stand up
Imma come back home and move more packs than fucking santa
Writer(s): Bryce Charles
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