Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Joey Keyes
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joel Oliveira
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
CEDES
Producer
Lyrics
If I shoot ten I hit two threes (23) like Michael
"K e y s" stitched on my back
Baby girl that's a typo
Yelling into my damn pop filter
Don't make me a psycho
This ain't my 15 minutes
Don't be calling me Geico
Step into the fire pit
I know they got beef but I do not require it
Before puberty I sung well on the higher pitch
When I spit to fast I know they can't decipher it
But that's just how I'm liking it
She was dissing him, the loser left her violet
With the bruises left and right this motherfucker violent
She be crying dawg I think you know she don't desire it
Why the fuck do I pretend to go and act so wise as shit? (Wisdo)
Yea I know waste
I'm a sneaker head in Canada
Smoking on the Canaca
That shit fucks up my stamina
But hey that doesn't matter much
I'm rapping lungs are hackin' dust
I used to dream when smacking blunts
It's been a minute tracking months
When my own team be hacking punts
I'm cruising to my classic stunts
I never really smack it much
At first she gotta back it up
She wish I had that singer touch
If she cheats call her swinger slut
They never knew that Trinkler clutch
I'm hot I need a sprinkler, fuck
Spitting heat like hot coals
Starr got more bitches than SSM got pot holes
I'm still searching till the day I'll be a lost soul
Sprinkle in the kief you know he rip a frost bowl
Try to walk and not fall
People out there won't admit
That legends make good music
Put yourself in my shoes with desire
Dawg you'd lose it
I don't care I keep writing
I don't care I keep fighting
Against every fucking odd
When it's 4am I'm reciting
To myself all fuckin night and
Left she's loose and right she's tightened
Know the central got em frightened
Don't go down there it's on sight and
When I'm ripping I'll enlighten
All the lights and make them bright then
Shining bright just like a diamond
She's too young to just go die man
Rap Tuivasa
Hear me spit "you a monsta"
Like Maz spinning in the Haas a
Last place finish won't prosper
Please don't gun me down
I know my mouths acting like the chopper
She was down to chill
And then Silt asked her jus bout the lobster
Got two pens like akimbo
Get low girl hit the limbo
I gon' tear a fucking limb bro
Yet she fuckin' in skims hoe
I ain't here to count my wins so
Keep my dubs in the tin, yo
Let me rip that nintendo
Smoking on peach crescendo
Keep it locked like memento
I don't know why men mental
She look good with chimento
Ano de nascimento
Tem dois noves
Eu sou quente como pimento
Always miss Sacramento
Chill with 'Miss Sacramento'
As we sip Amaretto
In the heart of the ghetto
She apply the Rossetto
Got her lips looking bello
She walk by I'm like 'hello'
My damn legs would be jello
She'd play me like the cello
I'd be sour Morello
Sniff like "yo what's that smell bro?"
Snatch that Gucci like Gelo
Hammer time like Stiletto
She ride me like a Velo
Afterwards roll a rello
Avoid contact Canelo
Hate the gun toting fellows
Guess I'll see y'all in hell tho
Writer(s): Joel Oliveira
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