Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Naim Yasin Robinson Gren
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Flightsantana
Engineer
Lyrics
Brudda told me go get it so I went and got
Capital one robbery what's in your wallet
He said he the plug so we unscrew the socket
My gang taking off like a mf rocket
Who say they hot as me
Bitch I'm a prodigy
Different mixtures in a pot like biology
They trynna hate but it do not bother me
He wanna kick it so put his face on a soccer tee
These nikkas ain't wit it fr just hit my phone when you talking dat business
They talm bout trap dis and trap dat give me a pound watch me flip it
I was a lame in school always stayed strapped had the Glock in my brigches
Kicked outta school down on my dick turned to block made me wicked
Now watch how we fucking the city up
Got a horse in the bakk told em giddy up
Might just black out on a opp when I load up this pistol I'm trynna get rid of sum
This 308 bitch it's gon pick em up
Brought bag in the bakk just to zip em up
Paramedics trynna push on his chest but the lord had to get em up
Yo bullets connected like Wi-Fi
Well his face changing colors like tye die
He came out a pussy grew up to a pussy but died by the same 9
But that don't make sense when you think of a pussy cats always got 9 lives
I pray to my lord I got eternal life so Nikka how can a god die
Hop on da beat and I flow like a poet
She gave me head but da bitch kinda boring
I see snakes in my grass so you know I'm gon mow it
Ain't no cap in my rap what I been through I wrote it
We leave him in the streets so we call em a rodent
It hold 23 so I'm dumping like Jordan
My Mac was illegal so it got deported
Yo life was the plot and your soul was the st
Writer(s): Naim Robinson Gren
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