Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Donnell Phillips
Songwriter
Daniel Delgado
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Geoffrey Gomez
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
I'm in this Mfucker Smokin N Sippin on
713
I heard you fell off
Ahh shit
Couldn't be me
Eat every beat
Like Bon Appétit
Flexing on haters
And bitches while laughing
This shit got me weak
Ain't seen my Ma in a week
I'm way too high
Can't even say that i'm geeked
Can't even say that i'm tweaking
I hit ya bitch for the weekend
I made her swallow the Semen
Hotbox the Hellcat bitch i'm speeding
Plug on the line if
I want it or need it
P.O.H 8.0.8
We undefeated
Big Glock's N Beretta's
If you get to tweaking
So don't get to tweaking
We gon have to pop
I fell in love with
The beats
The drank
The gas
& The xanax i pop
I'm going harder then hard
Been through a lot i'm emotionally scarred
I'm tryna see my name up on the charts
Like Dee where you going?
Bitch i'm going far
I turn the booth
To a cell
Laying down too many bars
I said blunts stay rolled
I stay with a pole
My bitch bad Head to the Toe
Five Star bitch like theft auto
She get high off the drugs i sold
Speaking of auto
I keep me a semi
What? bih i ride with a 10 piece
Look like a lick
Ya girl wanna lick me
Sippin on shit that's killing my kidneys
My blunts thicker then Nicki
Shot from the back got em screaming out
Ricky!
I came straight out the mud
Just like you did
Listen to what i say
Don't think i'm what you heard
Cause these niggas be cap
Shoulda knew this
Everytime that i ride
I look up at the sky
And it move
I be thinking some new shit
Ain't no purpose in life
We just living 2 die
That Shit really be having me too pissed
But i'm still in the streets with my blammer
Everywhere that i go
Got to ride with my hammer cocked back
I ain't gon fight
Cause the last time i tried to got busted at first
And i busted right back
You never know when your killer around
So just know that you got to be watching your back
Ima real killa can't go tit for tat
Real life drilla we ain't into that
Real life sealer sending off them packs
Since a couple of bowls in the kitchen with Act
& Lately i feel like the boondocks in the burbs
But i'm still from the hood
Leave a fuck nigga layed in the street like a futon
Toss em up like a salad no crouton
I can't trip bout a bitch
Ima move on
Uncle Ruckus be trippin
His racist ass steady
Be talking bout Niggas that do wrong
Fuck it nigga
And what he be talking bout
Bitch I'm big Trooper i'm really the hardest
Look and watch how i take it the farthest
On my mama i'm really a target
But i stay with that stick so i ain't even worried
You know that i'm bucking regardless
Finna slide to the North in a charger
Go chop his ass up like a barber
Gang!
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