Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tayjon R Laura
Songwriter
Lyrics
I might be beefing with Jesus
(Uhh) ran up a bag in my Yeezys
At the four season we tweakin (hahaha)
Off the lean it's making me sleepy (lean)
Pop a perc bitch let's get gëeky (gëeky)
Fire bitty, claiming she need me (ughh)
She want the autograph signed on her tiddy
Feel like doeboy screaming ohh really (oh really)
Off the weed I made me a killing (come shop)
Lost soul, it's somewhere in a village (it's somewhere in a village)
Fake love done turned me to a villain (like joker)
Tryna touch me a nice luh million (luh m)
Imma turn that shit to a billion (to a billion)
Ian feel no love in a minute (in a minute)
Ion know if it's real or fiction (which one)
Take Percs but it's not an addiction
It's just some, to stop what I'm feeling (to stop what I'm feeling)
I was brought up to hide my feelings
Ain't nobody know what I was dealing (ain't nobody know what I was dealing)
Niggas hoes Ian doing no dissin (not dissin no hoe ass nigga)
I know they bet not mention
It's gone be bullets flying thru the kitchen (it's gone be bullets flying thru the kitchen)
Ryu how the choppa start kicking (grrrlaa)
Fuck a sin ian doing no repenting (not repenting)
I might be beefing with Jesus
(Uhh) ran up a bag in my Yeezys
At the four season we tweakin
Off the lean it's making me sleepy
Pop a perc bitch let's get gëeky (perc)
Fire bitty, claiming she need me (she don't need me)
She want the autograph signed on her tiddy (yop)
Feel like doeboy screaming ohh really (oh really)
You a hoe boy hallow hit ya kidney (hallows)
Ex bitch dm'd she miss me (bye)
How many racks i touched like 60 (like 60)
Poured a four inside my simply (inside my simply)
Like a lake my diamonds gone hit (splash)
Yo shit fake they took a dip (luh dip)
Rock blue but I'm not a crip
Damn, what happened to Nip (rip nip)
A body bag you'll Get zipped
Might come thru drippin in rick (drippin in Rick)
My niggas they slimey & slick (slimey & slick)
(Yeah) They'll get rid of you quick
(Grrrlaa) you'll get hit wit a stick
I'm Doing these drugs for a fix (just for a fix)
Call up the plug I need a zip (I need a zip)
Flexing on niggas they broke as a bitch (they broke as a bitch)
I might be beefing with Jesus
(Uhh) ran up a bag in my Yeezys
At the four season we tweakin (we tweakin)
Off the lean it's making me sleepy (it's making me sleepy)
Pop a perc bitch let's get gëeky (let's get gëeky)
Fire bitty, claiming she need me (she probably do)
She want the autograph signed on her tiddy
Feel like doeboy screaming ohh really (screaming oh really)
I might be beefing with Jesus
(Uhh) ran up a bag in my Yeezys
At the four season we tweakin (we tweakin)
Off the lean it's making me sleepy (it's making me sleepy)
Pop a perc bitch let's get gëeky (let's get gëeky)
Fire bitty, claiming she need me
She want the autograph signed on her tiddy
Feel like doeboy screaming ohh really
Writer(s): Tayjon Laura
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