Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ibrahim Kalil Toure
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ayo GK
Producer
Lyrics
(Coughs) aww fuck, this goop hittin bih no cap
This muh fuckin gas though
Muh fuckin opp pack though
Bow, bow, bow, bow, bow,
Bow bow bow bow bow
Gang, 3100 in this hoe, AGNB Shit know I'm talking bout? Aye
Pulled up in the section got my shooter with me
If you want Lil Heem to rock out for the show, just come & hit me
If you try to pull one you gon get hit with the semi
Pull up in that Challenger, & that lil bitch it got a hemi
So don't try to challenge me, fore you get shot in your spleen
Got my gloves I clean the scene
I swear you is not fuckin wit Heem
Lil bitch I got like 31 Beams
Bitch they call me "31 Heem"
Get hit in your top and I'm making em lean
I'm fuckin your bitch, & I'm making her cream
I pull out the strap and I'm making em sing
Takeover your block, yeah they call me the king,
I got me some shooters they not on the wing,
They got em some Glocks
& you know it's gon sting
I'm leaving the scene man, I leave with a wink
Yeah I leave with a wink
You the type of pussy that be smelling like that fish
Pussy ass nigga
All you niggas pussy, but you get no pussy, how that work?
Keep on talking pussy, imma put yo pussy ass on a shirt,
Yeah I walk down beats, & I walk down Niggas imma murk
Lil Baby Faced Demon but I'll really put you on that hearse
And, I said my Aunty doin voodoo, hit you with that curse
Damn twin, how you slime me out?, man that really hurt
It's okay, we double back, & you know that shit for certain
Yo bitch, she love my meat & she eat that shit up for dessert
You dissing on computers, man I swear to god you Nigga nerds
I been outside hoopin, pull up to the mall & imma splurge
Bitch fuck yall niggas tammat, bitch I'm really 3100 for real
I do this shit for real, know what I mean?,
I'm AGNB
Bow,bow, come through spinning shit
Pull up with them 30 clips, take his jit for ransom bitch
They ain't tell you that a Nigga steppin huh?,
Oh well, Nigga got killed
Cause he couldn't stop dissing huh?
Oh well
Bitch you know that I'm 31, do it ring a bell?
Baby faced demon, ion give no fucks, yeah I give em hell
Nigga dissing on the gang, we gon hit em with a nail,
& I'm steady screaming free j3
Cause them crackers ain't give him bail
Tryna get my money big as fuck
Get that shit up like a whale
All you niggas sweet as fuck
All you niggas go & tell,
All you niggas flexing with them straps bitch this ain't show & tell
You won't even use that bitch lil nigga
Bitch you sweet as hell, pow, pow,
Bitch you sweet as hell, package it came in the mail
No bitch, we don't kiss & tell,
Yo bitch on my drip, & then she turn into a fucking whale
Bitch, I get that pack and run it back
You know I fuck with the cartel
Yeah, lil nigga we not have no fuckin drought 
Slimed em out, pussy ass nigga
Don't know what I'm about
We got sticks up in the couch,
Nigga run up in your house, pussy ass nigga
Pow,pow,pow,pow
Pow pow pow pow
Yeah, you niggas some fuck niggas man
You know you niggas not fuckin with me
Or 31 Heem, bitch it luh 8Ball on this muh fucker you feel me?
Writer(s): Ibrahim Kalil Toure
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