Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Joey Keyes
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joel Oliveira
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
CEDES
Producer
Lyrics
Got shit down a little bit
Don't talk back we sick of it
Light that up for bigger hit
She workout to thicken it
He jus want his dick in it
Comes out reposition it
Nah he won't consider it
Kid ain't tough he's chicken shit
I'm the man y'all homies truly envy
If he really hate me why the hell he acting friendly?
Raining outside and she bumping the Hedley
I am working with a pen and I am fuckin' deadly
Straight business, William Wesley
Straight mugging, Elvis Presley
Straight whipping, in the Desi
Straight cookin, with the hesi
Got my sight super steady
Her ass bouncing like Betty
Man these fools out here sweaty
Fuckin' damn crying, saying J Keyes be petty
Sorry can't help it like an OD from fetty
Only smoke green like DX, are you ready?
Gone on a seddy
And I told you already
I'm cold like the yeti
Still pop like confetti
Locked up big island Alcatraz
That man can't check he never has
Puff that shit twice you better pass
Wu Tang big ripped on pleasure gas
That's the best night I ever had
How can one even measure that?
This ain't chess man, it's checkers class
Even hot when the weathers ass
Got shit down a little bit
Don't talk back we sick of it
Light that up for bigger hit
She workout to thicken it
He jus want his dick in it
Comes out reposition it
Nah he won't consider it
Kid ain't tough he's chicken shit
Got shit down a little bit
Don't talk back we sick of it
Light that up for bigger hit
She workout to thicken it
He jus want his dick in it
Comes out reposition it
Nah he won't consider it
Kid ain't tough he's chicken shit
Swear addicted ones who buy packs with
The menthol
Same kids in school who would
Sniff on the Smencils
I can't let my mind go crazy
I'd be mental
I can't photoshop my body
Like I'm Kendall
Thanking jealous bitches
In they head free of rental
Shit was helping with my bills
Pockets feeling gentle
Couldn't really picture me
Travelling through Central
But I got it locked like
My head with the temples
Locked up big island Alcatraz
That man can't check he never has
Puff that shit twice you better pass
Wu Tang big ripped on pleasure gas
That's the best night I ever had
How can one even measure that?
This ain't chess man, it's checkers class
Even hot when the weathers ass
Got shit down a little bit
Don't talk back we sick of it
Light that up for bigger hit
She workout to thicken it
He jus want his dick in it
Comes out reposition it
Nah he won't consider it
Kid ain't tough he's chicken shit
Got shit down a little bit
Don't talk back we sick of it
Light that up for bigger hit
She workout to thicken it
He jus want his dick in it
Comes out reposition it
Nah he won't consider it
Kid ain't tough he's chicken shit
Writer(s): Joel Oliveira
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