Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
3kflame
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Devin Tarik Rudolph
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
3kflame
Producer
Lyrics
Aye
Huh
Let's go Let's go
Huh, Huh
Turn me up
Aye
Let's go Let's go
(Let's go Let's go)
Aye, Huh
I'll blow this bitch, bitch Ian scared
I'll fuck around kidnap yo mama
Crazy in the head
Know not to diss me in no song
They know I'm going fed
And when we slide no evidence
Ain't making no arrest
We hit they block and you hear Blrrd
You know the rest
They got off once and ain't hit nun
Shid I'm not impressed
Got all them sticks you telling me
You can't even hit a leg?
Don't let me take you on no drill
And then find out you scared
Bet you catch one to the head
Opps don't be on shit
Fuck them niggas!
Know we spinning blocks
Heard that boy got ice
He over there?
Ok let's make it hot
And fuck these bitches
You can tell yo nigga
That I'll pop his top
I fed that boy ain't talking bout no noodles
I put em in a pot
Bitch no I can't save you from the trenches
I was out here robbing
I can't be no hero ima villain
Bitch I hang with goblins
His main bitch a slut
She see a dick I guarantee she gobble
Play round with that gang get on yo head
We get em touched like barbers
Niggas they be telling on they gang
Sound like I need a lawyer
Derez Deshon
Boy I had it harder
I pour a four in water
Thirty in a Glock look like a charter
We send shots out a charger
Real player, pulled up for some za
Shid Ian even charge ha
I'll blow this bitch, bitch Ian scared
I'll fuck around kidnap yo mama
Crazy in the head
Know not to diss me in no song
They know I'm going fed
And when we slide no evidence
Ain't making no arrest
We hit they block and you hear Blrrd
You know the rest
They got off once and ain't hit nun
Shid I'm not impressed
Got all them sticks you telling me
You can't even hit a leg?
Don't let me take you on no drill
And then find out you scared
Bet you catch one to the head
Hoes they be messy
Messy messy
All I want is Becky
Ion wanna fuck
I just want what's underneath yo necklace
I wouldn't take her down again
And then I did
Shid I just couldn't help it
I'm a buck thirty
Boy you a fool if you think ima wrestle
She like fucking on me
And not ha Nigga
Fold ha like a pretzel
Oh he a big nigga?
I lift a little
All I raise is Glocks
Think my pockets took a punch
Them bitches swole all I got is knots
She said I couldn't handle that
Pulled down my pants now the bitch in shock
Know we got the drop but they inside
I'm tired of spinning blocks
She told me that her nigga want the load
Hold on let me hit up rock
Tell em he can pull up to the trap
But just sit in the car
I swear you try to pull off with these drugs
Then ima park yo car
I told lil bruh that he gone need god
Hell yeah fuck a doctor
This freak bitch
Gave me dumb head
She like fuck a scholar
They said that boy tryna take some
Man I love a robber
Cause I can't wait to pop em
Send em to his father
Uhh, Send em to his father
I can't wait to pop em
Boy I love a robber
I can't wait to pop em
Aye
Aye, aye aye
We sow da block up
Swear to god that we gone pop like cans
(Aye, let's go let's go)
Aye, we sow da block up
Swear to god that we gone pop like cans
Aye, aye aye
Reach for my chain then you gone die
Cause you is not a fan
Reach for my chain then you gone die
Cause you is not a fan
We sow da block up
Swear to god that we gone pop like cans
Let's go let's go
Blrrd Blrrd
Blrrd Blrrd Blrrd
We sow da block up
Swear to god that we gone pop like cans
Writer(s): Devin Tarik Rudolph
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