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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Young Menace
Performer
Corey Dennis
Performer
Cloudy Beatz
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Corey Dennis
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cloudy Beatz
Producer
Lyrics
Yeeeeeaaaaa, uh huh
Damn, I'ma need a check!
Balling so hard, I'm need my own Mitchell and Ness
All this money on the floo', I can't even step
Caught dawg slipping on the porch, shot him off the steps
I ain't gon lie, all this shit I got it off the steps
Big ass Balenciaga's, I can't even step
Why I'm braggin' 'bout shit you aint done yet
You gettin' pressed in yo hood, you can't even rep
If yo bitch tryna fuck with me, I'ma need the neck
If I dive in some pussy, I'ma leave it wet
All head shots, you won't need a vest
Told bro, if I die, you better slide and leave'em stretched
My strap putchu to sleep like you need some rest
Bullets lookin' for niggas, they just need an address
Opps lookin' like bitches, they just need a dress
Street sweep a nigga block and leave it a mess
Catch you ridin' in yo whip and we dumpin' in it
Just threw some money in my bag, now I'm jumped in it
Niggas nickel and diming, I can't fuck wit it
You'll probably fuck wit, cuz you a fuck nigga
We'll shootchu on site, cuz we dont fuck wit'chu
Yeah, it's on-site, aint no 'Wassup' nigga
We gon terrorize yo block when we come with K's
Of course, we gon have mask & gloves when we come and spray
I just busted a couple juugs at Walmart
You should idolize my words, and put it in Hallmark
I'm finna sell to a fein while the car start
He shoot it in his toe, he don't like arm marks
Do a drive by, then jump out shooting before the car park
Seen an Opp at the junkyard and beat'em with car parts
Ski Mask, black gloves and all black car heart
Getting money easy, Staying real is the hard part
If you don't know my name, call me Mar Mar
Hit'em in his head with the Glock, Leave it hard scar
Move anywhere around with no strap, I got heart, heart
Hold on. Who the fuck is that? Look like a Narc car
Nah, that's them Ghetto Boyz, 5% tent on it
Rubber band AP, bust down, Spent a brick on it
Not the same price that Seven buddy & them had
I'm talking about pandemic brick nigga, That's 50 cash
One day, the FN jammed, I was ripping fast
I won't even put my hands on you, but I'll kick your ass
Bitch, Cause you a lame nigga
Up the Glock, one shot hit his top, I got aim, nigga
You cannot say the shit I say, our brains different
Up to 200K, but you wouldn't even tell cause I'm the same nigga
Spent the same shit on our piece, but your chain bigger
Flawless diamond in my shit, Your shit fake nigga
Opps might as well, call me master, I hang niggas
Turn left on Dayton, off Bassett, I'm lane switching
Bitch pussy had a scent. I'm sick she came chitlins
ADHD when it come to pape, I dont take Ritalin
Man, Ghetto Boyz shit, nigga you know what the fuck going on
Free da whole ghetto
Writer(s): Damario Donshay Horne Mccullough
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