Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Arie Jones
Songwriter
Lyrics
Talk shit
Money go up racks shit
Feeling no pain bitch
I be doing flexing
Make my money gone bitch
Paying with cash shit
Demon in my brain hit i just wanna say
Call me viking
I got many beef on my side street
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I got ma bro on my back and my draco in your head
If you pull up then you dead
I got choppa let it bang
If you fucking with my gang
I been getting all this bands
You can making onlyfans
Fake hoe that's a lame
Bad bitch run my game
Two glock on my hand
Free shot to your head
Free shot to your head
You can't mother fucking catch up
Demons in my head
And now they are telling me to snatch ya
Kick the fucking door down
Bitch boy think he need a stretcher
Paint your ceiling red and now it's looking like some ketchup!
Snap, she wanna take a pic
I make the fucking heads turn
Cold as ice inside but don't you
Piss me off cause when the blood burns
I'm on some crazy shit
I swear that you can't phase me bitch
I never gave a fuck bout who you is I'ma make you not exist
Take you off the fucking map
I can save some time
Never met a girl who gave a fuck but bitch that's no surprise
Needles in the furnace i'ma make them take out both your eyes
Rip through all the pages of your words I found out all your lies
Call me viking
I got many beef on my side street
New opp rolling packs
I got ma bro on my back and my draco in your head
If you pull up then you dead
I got choppa let it bang
If you fucking with my gang
I been getting all this bands
You can making onlyfans
Fake hoe that's a lame
Bad bitch run my game
Writer(s): J A.
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