Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
N'Dia Jade Smith
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
swhshy
Producer
Lyrics
Damn (This shit)
Put a few niggas through hell
Just wanna see if it's me they feel, huh
Testin' these niggas like Yale
When it get dark, who runnin' that hill, huh
Got a lightskin name Phil
He said come control is pink and pale, huh
Put 'em on drop, he make that right and handle my business
That's real
Let me stop playin' 'round, this shit funny
I spit the crack for feinds, come get bussin'
You bitches walk the beat, well, I'm runnin'
She dropped the lo' to me, well, I'm comin'
She put in her all, but it still gave nothin'
Thought I would break a nail, I'm gun buttin'
Gotta dip to the bank, I start chucklin'
Gotta put on for East, that's one hundred
Speakin' of hundreds, I'm havin' the long way
Make like several thousand on a slow day
Might come up light once or twice on a snow day
Go extra hard for the month, I miss no days
Tryin' to put your bitch on, she whinin' the whole day
She pulled her ass out, went and took the hoe way
Her man told me he rather rock with a demon
Then go and be stuck with a eater
Overnight the hoe, then put her back on streets
That's law when the bitch ain't me
Pack it up and ship that shit out overseas
That's law, but this game ain't free
That's about you gettin' from me
Tryin' to be down, gotta ride for the team
Gone' lay some shit to the floor when I need
Pick up and bring back that (shh), you gone' see
I feel like fuckin' some shit up
I'll make 'em start a problem with his bitch, uh
Try me, we get this shit lit up
Sound like the fourth of July in december
The way he feast on it like dinner
Speakin' in holy terms, a tongue twister
He gotta know he lucked up on a winner
No Amazon, a bitch still gone' deliver
Let me stop playin' 'round, this shit funny
I spit the crack for feinds, come get bussin'
You bitches walk the beat, well, I'm runnin'
She dropped the lo' to me, well, I'm comin'
She put in her all, but it still gave nothin'
Thought I would break a nail, I'm gun buttin'
Gotta dip to the bank, I start chucklin'
Gotta put on for East, that's one hundred
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