Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christopher Cooley
Songwriter
Lyrics
If CeeCee made it it's gone hit
I told CeeCee leave the melody just gimme 808s
I told Mazi pass the drac knock his nose right off his face
Better keep it solid keep it quiet if you catch a case
Been 100 since I came out the womb these niggas can't relate
I'm with some members throw yo set yeah lil bitch we EBK
You don't fuck with us then fuck you let the chopper serenade
Lotta karats in my teeth lotta sparkle on the face
Put her in my car and take the bitch to outer space
She say I hit her differently I send her back no sympathy
Pressure bout a bitch I introduce to the lemon squeeze
The block is hot I feel like Weezy
Who said I'm a bitch I feel like Doe Beezy
It's that season
Money coming in shit really too easy
Make sure the ones putting in the work they get new semis
Nah I give em autos
I mean them rockets wit power I'm talking bout Otto
I know some niggas that knock down your block in a Tahoe
All of this money like I hit the
Nah that shit too easy I'm finna switch it
They say a nigga just spazz for no reason
Bands in the bag on my back from the features
They know that Livks get a beat and he beat it
My niggas not human they evil they creatures
Move in the dark they creeping don't see em
One in his heart on the ground he seizing
One deep in the car 50 deep in the blicky
Beam point em out gotta know what I'm hitting
Damn it he trippin again playing with me and shit flipping again ok
Please get your mans
If you love talk to him he finna be bleeding for real
Cause I'll beat his ass
He gone start losing and grabbing and reaching for steel
And if he start reaching
We setting it off and my niggas shooting to kill
Ain't no surviving you know them hollows be hitting for real
Writer(s): Christopher Cooley
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