Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Deshaun Tyrell Miller
Songwriter
Lyrics
Aye
All of this weed I got cottonmouth
Shut up man fuck is you talking about
I'm on this Coke in this Henny like why is you Speaking with ain't shit to talk about
I can't get high with you, niggas
I'll pick a fight with you niggas
Who wants to battle with me bitch I'm hext and I'm Rheak so you're fighting two niggas
That's a sticky situation
Went to jail for graduation
I said fuck my education
Got some weed and started blazing
Now I'm living life in rotation
Trying to stay away from probation
They be GPS and locations
Look at how are use my quotations
Wet a nigga like a mop
Heavy weight I'm on the block
That bitch given niggas top
Just so she can get on top
Want to fuck me get on top
Niggas hate me cause I rock
I been feeling like I'm hot
Smoke A nigga like some pot
Twin banger with a Glock
Party hard I'm taking shots shots shots
I cannot fuck with you niggas
Bitches don't fuck on you niggas
I'm screaming fuck all you niggas
I'll pull out that pussy and buss on you niggas
I don't think they really feel nigga really really
I be slaying niggas put the flame her to this silly Billy
Still obnoxious around the clock nigga really really
There a bar go bar gold got me willy-nilly
I don't think they really feel nigga really really
I be slaying niggas put the flammer to this silly Billy
Still obnoxious around the clock really
There a bar go bar gold got me willy-nilly
Little bitch I go
Hating on me as a no
Listen that fire I blow, but you already know
I got that dodie on dodie I smoke till I'm smoked out and smoking. No wonder I'm faded
Mommy don't trip because I made it. I got my little chip now I'm caking, so fuck if you're Hating
I gotta go get the dope
Chef in the kitchen I'm baking
They stare in amazement
Money I'm making is that of a boss bitch you Faking I'm fucking these bitches you're Hating
They're all at my crib and they're staying
They all want the D so I'm slaying them
All out and my chain gang goes bang bang in this bitch
Top shelf like a weed shop and I heat up with that ice all on my wrist
All out and my chain gang goes bang bang in this bitch
Top shelf like a weed shop and I heat up with that ice all on my wrist
Aye
You don't really want to ride with nigga like me
Whip game so fast I gas you gone watch a nigga rise motherfucker like yeast
All WAR I don't really like peace
X-Men motherfucker, I beast
Everybody wants to wrap these days these days everybody want to sound like me hold Up
Hate you Negas ain't got time for your shit
Slapping bitches till the fuck up my wrist
Got the thirty on me empty the clip
Yo bitch lonely she gonna suck on my
I'm a fuck her butt ain't watching your kids
Jack it off and bust a nut on her ribs
Wash my dick off in the sink and I dip
She say I'm a bitch, but life is a bitch
Alcoholic Trapaholics, and shit
Hate my phone because yo bitch calling my shit
Kicked her out because she was all in my shit
Heavyweighter to be honest as shit
I don't think they really feel nigga really really
I be slaying niggas put the flame her to this silly Billy
Still obnoxious around the clock really
There a bar go bar gold got me willy-nilly
I don't think they really feel nigga really really
I be slaying niggas put the flammer to this silly Billy
Still obnoxious around the clock really
There a bar go bar gold got me willy-nilly
I don't think they really feel nigga really really
I be slaying niggas put the flame her to this silly Billy
Still obnoxious around the clock really
There a bar go bar gold got me willy-nilly
I don't think they really feel nigga really really
I be slaying niggas put the flammer to this silly Billy
Still obnoxious around the clock really
There a bar go bar gold got me willy-nilly
Writer(s): Deshaun Miller
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