Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tomas R Bowring
Songwriter
Lyrics
So what's good with it
First year of my college
Girl what's poppin
Sorta should with it
She ain't built to fish
But got the hook
Know t crazy
Boutta wrap it up
Like I'm boutta cook
Captain Hook
Ass On the table
Now it's on the hub
I ain't really one to take it out
But she just bought the grub
Then she claimin that she fell in love
Then pop off at the club
Well okay
Guess I'll spicy it up
And add one to the cut
So the fuck you think is goin on
The fuck you think is it up
We'll okay
Let's play expedition
I ain't trynna wear a rock
My trigger finger inchin
And you claiming that you want the smoke
But beef be in the kitchen
Or jassaric park we up With T
Cause this that Rex edition
Woah
I'm boutta flex your mistress
She ain't catching me without it cause it's been efficient
On my d like how it taste first date she been addicted
Out on us state to state and the tires spinning
Hey
How you been
Heard you seen
All my shit
Hey
Let's get it
Then you'll see
Who I am
But here I am
Never one to really be in classes
Dont fuck up the bag
If shawty bad
Just always keep a ratchet
I ain't really one to flex a gun
But if you think you fast
You could hear a blast
And not step back
And really get that ass
Heard you talkin smack
But stepping back and
Not gettin into it
Heard your ex man was bust always acting foolish
But know t crazy ain't the one that could be caught up stupid
But Im a little crazy and I'm a lil a nuisance
So if you trynna chop it up and cut it up and screw it
I got all the tools inside the bag
So Fuck okay let's do it
Writer(s): Tomas R Bowring
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