Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
isaiah showers
Songwriter
Lyrics
See this right here, you know that it's expensive drip
Prada be laceless on a hoe, so I can't trip
Niggas talkin' all that shit, but better watch they lip
Yeah, I got a lot of ammo, filled inside this clip
Hollows, hollows, hollows
I'ma shoot this shit, this shit might turn into a horror
Hell no I dont fuck with Joe, he always wanna burrow
BB on my belt, I took a trip to Bora Bora
I had all exotic vibes with me
Hell nah I ain't with the setup, I fly with my fye, baby
Three letters if you play, I swear them niggas die, baby
Nah I wouldn't advise you
Don't ask me why I'm isolated, I'm from an island
Just tell me, can you keep it real
Got shooters on the team, shootin' like Bradley Beal
All this water on our neck, they look like Navy Seals
That shit don't make no sense, then I can't sign that deal
The way I switch my pivot, man, that shit is skilled
I just had to slow it down for real for real
I was just sippin on some liq, I ain't pop no seal
One thing that I try to do is keep it real
Electric down the beat, you know a nigga ill
I popped out, I was coolin' but my ice, for real
Catch a play Jerry Rice, for real
Niggas be soft like white, for real
Remember when all I had was zero
Red beam on the Glock like a dip of crypto
These niggas broke, they racks on limbo
Hollows, hollows, hollows
I'ma shoot this shit, this shit might turn into a horror
Hell no I dont fuck with Joe, he always wanna burrow
BB on my belt, I took a trip to Bora Bora
I had all exotic vibes with me
Hell nah I ain't with the setup, I fly with my fye, baby
Three letters if you play, I swear them niggas die, baby
Nah I wouldn't advise you
Don't ask me why I'm isolated, I'm from an island
Writer(s): Isaiah Showers
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com