Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kajel Wright
Songwriter
Rachelle Waters
Songwriter
Lyrics
Where the fuck FU went
Re-up from the plug, he got that doggy
Smokin on that re-up, now my windows lookin foggy
Grippin on that hammer and I aim it at ya homie
My other hammer why the bitches all up on me
Matte Black, color of the track, and it's fat
Yea my nigga got that wide body, put it on the cat
And I never been a sap, and that's facts
Yea this bitch might not go on the tape
This shit right here some scraps
Yea I see you poppin ass
What you on tho?
Tryna get this one on one
So hoe let the phone go
Finna take off put my foot up on the gas
Yea you bad, let's see how long you can last
Flip her off her back
Gave that ass a smack
Yea I'm punching dick, backshots, all of that
Shawty ass so fat, I can't even cap
I think I'm tryna take her ass off the map
She gon ask for shit, I told her she ain't gettin scrap
Ridin round in traffic, Glock all in the lap
My brother got him whacked, we put him in the back
Yo bitch a woodchuck, aye my hoe a lumberjack
You say you sent some shots, but where you sent them at?
Smokin kush nigga, was never into wax
My brothers tied in, we all put down the pact
We can't split up for a muhfuckin nat
Aye I'm tryna talk to God, but he don't talk back
The demons round me tellin me to pray
Aye what you call that?
My break is finally done, I'm back on all ass
The villains round me, don't dress to impress
We dress in all black
Re-up from the plug, he got that doggy
Smokin on that re-up, now my windows lookin foggy
Grippin on that hammer and I aim it at ya homie
My other hammer why the bitches all up on me
Matte Black, color of the track, and it's fat
Yea my nigga got that wide body, put it on the cat
And I never been a sap, and that's facts
Yea this bitch might not go on the tape
This shit right here some scraps
Yea Yea
Yea that shit right here some scraps
Just suck my dick hoe, I ain't talking
I ain't come here for no chat
Spanish bitch from Puerto Rico, and her ass look hella fat
The way that bitch top me so good, I almost had to double back
Yea Yea
I almost had to call my mans up
And my pockets so damn full that I can't even hold my pants up
It's too many bitches on my dick, no more can't fit
They need to back up
All I did was speak my mind, and I'm running them bands up
Yea Yea
Like I'm running a lap
Niggas never be on shit, They just be pussy and be cap
When it's night time I be geekin up, don't take no fuckin naps
Bitch I'm nocturnal, I work till the sun come up like I'm a bat
Bitch I work till the sun come up
Niggas mad, don't give no fuck
Cause I took they bitches, she giving me brain all in the truck
I'm in love with bread so much that you would think I'm a duck
Yea I feel like I'm a sniper, how I'm aiming for these bucks
I might kick a nigga in the nuts, like my name Draymond Green
Lil bitch I'm ballin by myself, and I don't need no fuckin team
Yea I'm a hit-making machine
And I'm flyin off a bean
And I know that I'm the chose one, I don't care bout a thing
Re-up from the plug, he got that doggy
Smokin on that re-up, now my windows lookin foggy
Grippin on that hammer and I aim it at ya homie
My other hammer why the bitches all up on me
Matte Black, color of the track, and it's fat
Yea my nigga got that wide body, put it on the cat
And I never been a sap, and that's facts
Yea this bitch might not go on the tape
This shit right here some scraps
Writer(s): Kajel Wright
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