Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chris William Porter
Chris William Porter
Songwriter
Marquette Monroe
Marquette Monroe
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
YOUNG HitzRUS
YOUNG HitzRUS
Producer

Lyrics

I don't got a baby lil baby That's a ARPeezy Stuffed in that car seat Bitch I'll shoot at whoever if i love you I'll throw away my life in a heartbeat Ugh ugh I ain't no ahky I'm in a maz with a rp gmore Euuu And my shooter a racist He got the swastika tat on his face like a Nazi Yeah Shot the crib up and knocked out the wifi Boook I'll leave a nigga shirt covered in tiedye Yeah We selling that shit you might see on sci fi Boook Niggas getting krump in the trap like tight eyes Gasss I practice polygamy I need five wives Yeah RIP dro got hit in a drive by Damnnn That dope going to stream on the block Like lime wire Euuu Caught a opp eating lunch And I shot up the five guys Damn That gang mentality fucked up Yeah Open carry on the block Ain't nothing tucked Bang Beat a nigga with some num chucks Damn Bitch im rockin new balance I don't wear chucks Neva that Posted on the block with some cluckas Yeah My opp like Black you a bad muthafucka I am Whack him rush hour like chris tucker Ugh Selling butter in the gully yeah the gutter Beat the block up i got bloody knuckles Yeah Yeah Bro said im ronald reagan how I got my neighborhood flooded Ok Most of you niggas is suckas Yeah I be outside yall do not get into nothing Bitch Having good coke But the jays love when i cut it I pulled out spit on her back And told her i nutted Damn Baby I ain't good for nothing I'm not I was a good kid not I'm corrupted Baow I don't got a baby lil baby That's a ARPeezy Stuffed in that car seat Bitch I'll shoot at whoever if i love you I'll throw away my life in a heartbeat Ugh ugh I ain't no ahky I'm in a maz with a rp gmore Euuu And my shooter a racist He got the swastika tat on his face like a Nazi Yeah Shot the crib up and knocked out the wifi Boook I'll leave a nigga shirt covered in tiedye Yeah We selling that shit you might see on sci fi Boook Niggas getting krump in the trap like tight eyes Gasss I practice polygamy I need five wives Yeah RIP dro got it in a drive by Damnnn That dope going to stream on the block Like lime wire Euuu Caught a opp eating lunch And I shot up the five guys Damn
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