Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ledré
Songwriter
Lyrics
Yea yea, you make me
Fah fah, Glah, glah, glah
Aye, aye
Bend her over
Range closer, I let go that bitch
Once you fuck me over
Ain't no crying on my shoulder shit
Too cold for this, I'll freeze a nigga known to make his shoulder twitch
His bitch gone licky licky shit get sticky when I blow this bitch
I, I'm scheming
My side swear I'm a demon, uh huh
Bulimic, I told that bitch to eat it
It took a loss to make me chase the green
Ian no vegan
Good paper, slanging dick
These bitches back to feening
You make me
Act up I wasn't tryin to crash
Act tough now his toe got a tag
Back then we was jugging for bags Back door wasn't using a mask
Solos Ian fuckin wit flags
Cutthroat might get hit in the back
Talk wrong and we makin them sag Walk slow introduce them to mac
Stop calling plays we sending a blitz
Ah, shit
Talk to my ex, I tripped to his bitch That nigga was throwing a fit
I put my heart on the line
Bitch we on the grind
I'm tryna see my niggas rich
I go 108%
Feel like a nigga was made for this
Summertime, niggas dying Bam
The heat got them popping like Crisco (hey!)
Bitch we in LA no Andre
Pull out that Drummond that nigga get piston
'Like who is this dude?'
They lookin confused
'Ian know a nigga was this cold'
Eyes wide u might get yo shit stole
Big pole that bit about this oh
Bitch long that hoe will take his soul Pack strong this shit too official
Back home not gone be for too long
Down bad I had to go get more
Swerving me
They swear they wanted more
Get the bag and glow
I don't want nobody approaching me
These contradicting statements
Got this bag this hoe got close to me
And she call me the devil
Change my name to Mephistopheles
I'm bolder and I'm rocking shit
Pain spurring me no Popovich
Buy they drip from corner stores
They beefing over counterfeits
These niggas I don't like
They say some shit that make a chopper spit
Like F.B.I. full body itch
Do shit that make yo podnuh snitch
This euro travel far I feel like James I'm on some rocket shit
Thought I let it go
I don't forget
Cant wait to see him
I'm gone rock his shit I'm- ooh
Writer(s): Jemarion Jones
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com