Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
N'Devious
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
N'Dia Jade Smith
Songwriter
Lyrics
Walk in the function and I turn it out
All round my pockets, money in and out
They took his head for talkin' out his mouth
Rockin' it (Rockin' it, rockin' it, rockin' it)
We turn ya' crib into a haunted house
We turned ya' momma house up side downn
Shit ain't no game, but still got hundred rounds (Huh!)
We lettin' them go, FN'll touch ya' throat
Stuck it up his nostril, give 'em bloody nose (Slime!)
Shot up in his back, it made him touch his toes (Bullets)
Treeshy (Treeshy)
Neaky (Neaky)
I turn that boy out, now he freaky
Hope you watch ya' lil boyfriend, he sneaky
That bitch try to play, it get leaky (Leaky, leaky)
Throw me in the field, I get geeky
Slide through in broad day, makin' shit look creepy
Poppin' up at you, seein' me in 3D
Now yo' mama watchin' you on TV! (On TV!)
Red beam on the shhh, can't reveal that
Blue strips in the duffle, a green bag
The white hoe say he need me real bad
But I'm gettin' that mouth from his real dad
That boy look good from the neck down
Why you waitin'? Throw the neck now
Eat it up then he get sent out
If his bitch pressed, she get sent down
He inlove with the Drugs, You Should Try Them
Then, it's gone one Hell of a Night, bitch
He be in the room and get the highest
And I'm Out for the Night, on that fye shit
Put her out like a light if she try it
But she know better, keep it quiet
Big Devi' a G on that fly shit
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