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T. Lyons
Songwriter
Gailin Bradley-Bey
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Treyshawn Hickenbottom
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Beat By Neel
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Lyrics
Check this out, I think everything that needed to be said was said, y'all ain't even on my level
So I'mma let my homies walk y'all ass to the door
Back to back we pull up Lamb Truck, stomping on the gas, 250 on the dash, we fuck round fuck the trans up
Stop that talking, get your bands up, come through with that street sweepa and clean your mans Up
Man, fuck it, back to back we pull up black truck, hop up out the cut, you know my young niggas they masked Up
Pull up, skrr, pop, man my young niggas ready to wack some
They don't give a fuck, you know they ass ready to attack some
Man, go, pour a four inside a drink, that's a dirty Fanta
I keep three hoes with me, I feel like Santa, yeah, yeah,
Got one black and got one white just like a fucking panda
Know my young niggas is scammers, yeah
Know my young niggas gon' come through and might take you out your glow
I got glaciers on my wrist, I fuck around and make it snow
Serving P's at my granny house, I got junkies at the door
You know we got soldiers outside, you know they ass back in that mode
Yeah
Back to back we pull up Lamb Truck, stomping on the gas, 250 on the dash, we fuck round
Fuck the trans up
Stop that talking, get your bands up, come through with that street sweepa and clean your mans
Up
Man, fuck it, back to back we pull up black truck, hop up out the cut, you know my young
Niggas they masked up
Pull up, skrr, pop, man my young niggas ready to wack some
They don't give a fuck, you know they ass ready to attack some
Uh, took that switch up off the back, cause it help my aim
Me and bro like twins, cause we think the same
Hop out, bust a brain
Back to back in black on black, with double mags, we in a range
Bullets make em' sing like Bobby Brown, can you stand a rain
Back to back we pull up Lamb Truck, stomping on the gas, 250 on the dash, we fuck round
Fuck the trans up
Stop that talking, get your bands up, come through with that street sweepa and clean your mans
Up
Writer(s): Gailin Bradley-bey
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