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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jdot Breezy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jacourey Rivers
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Killmxtt
Producer
Lyrics
(Kill)
I keep a stick with me, nigga, I'll use it
Who listen to Foolio? Man, that nigga music dookie
Smoking dead opps, man this shit therapeutic
Hmm, niggas got a lot of mouth until we fuckin' mute it
Hop out on your block with drums, nigga, like this shit acoustic
She wanna suck on me for fun, nigga, I might let her do it
Hundred rounds under that gun, nigga, bitch look like a booty
In the streets, it ain't no love, nigga, think they killed Cupid
Redrum, murder one, nigga know just what we do
Got that lo', I'm with the crew, we four deep, we rolling through
I ain't tryna rap with niggas, he wanna tweak, I wanna shoot
I can merch, his ass a goof, them niggas round, they goofy too
Drop for more sticks 'cause the last ones got put to use
They know we blow shit, hit the opps' block, then we pollute
We in a stoley, this a hot car pullin' up on you
We heard the cops out, we don't give no fuck, man, these niggas stupid
I told bro we gotta finish him, I'm sick of this lil' bitch
Every time bitch, we gon' get at him, ain't slowing down on shit
You can't fuck with them, then fuck with us, it's us or them, now pick
'Fore we pick a side for you and kill you, stupid jit
Yeah, nigga, hmm, wrap shit like a mummy
And any time of day, we load them K's, and bitch, we coming
We running witchu too, so ion see the sense in running
A nigga heard them shots, the block whole went clunking
Watch me tap the switch, this bitch sound like it's switching gears
Nigga, fuck everybody, fuck the world, that's how I feel
We ain't talking just to talk, we get up with your ass for real
On Instagram being cool, now your dumb ass killed
Plot twist, you know Jack had killed Jill right on the hill
Catch a nigga in here talk 'bout drop my mask, and he get drilled
I been tryna keep my cool, but I ain't mad, but I can't chill
Mini Draco, forty rounds, I put that bitch to work for real
Bitch-ass nigga make me sick, real nauseous how I feel
Draco left his ass in shock, I call this bitch electric eel
His shirt white, but now it's red, I really left a stain with steel
Hothead got hit with something hotter, now his ass on chill
I hate the fucking opps so much, I'm gon' get rich and drop a mill'
On a nigga head, bro like, "Who you want?" and I'm like "Him"
If we had to grit it out, I'd beat a nigga ass in Timbs
Stomp a nigga in his shit, like bitch, I told you I was him
Hit a block and let the switchy off, niggas go domino
Forty round, I'ma let thirty off 'cause I did it before
I was told if it ain't empty, then nigga, bang it some more
Leave you stinking just for tryna get famous and now you ghost
Writer(s): Jacourey Rivers
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