Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Emilio L
Songwriter
Lyrics
(Oh that's vent)
(You ain't shit)
(Not shit at all)
(Fuck you)
Woke up in a brand new crib
Woke up in a brand new zip
Walking with a brand new bitch
Talking with a brand new lisp
Woke up in a brand new crib
Woke up in a brand new zip
Walking with a brand new bitch
Talking with a brand new lisp
So much cash stacked up
Up on the tabletop
My shorty don't like that I race a lot
Exotically can't feel my face a lot
A lot of these people are fake as fuck
I'm gunna keep it tucked if you run up you can see
You can see see see through the limousine tint
On the suicide doors
Hiding from yo problems you hiding from me
You got 48 hours until I come round with this AK-47
Pointed straight up at yo dome
Give 'em a halo send em to heaven
(But nothing lasts forever)
(You ain't shit)
(Not shit at all)
(Fuck you)
Woke up in a brand new crib
Woke up in a brand new zip
Walking with a brand new bitch
Talking with a brand new lisp
Woke up in a brand new crib
Woke up in a brand new zip
Walking with a brand new bitch
Talking with a brand new lisp
Woke up in a brand new crib
Woke up in a brand new zip
Walking with a brand new bitch
Talking with a brand new lisp
Woke up in a brand new crib
Woke up in a brand new zip
Walking with a brand new bitch
Writer(s): Emilio L
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