Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Stephon Aaron Ramsahai
Songwriter
Lyrics
Huh
Yea, what up
Huh, roll another one
(Christian Dior, Dior these niggaz too pretty for war)
Yea
Genocide
We don't show now love squeeze go let em fly
(Grrrttt bowww)
Like let em die
(Grrrtttttt)
Let em fly
(Bowww)
Cold world
(RIP Pop Smoke)
They tell me it's a cold world
(Real Brooklyn shit)
Christian Dior, Dior
These niggaz too pretty for war
I'm bout to start me a riot
We up in all the stores
Fuck rap nigga still got dope
Banging on em from the top rope
All we talk is that fly shit
Dancing on em like Pop Smoke
(Wooooooo)
Nigga woo back
When I bomb first can't shoot back
Like clock work we'll move that nigga
Lay em down like a durag
No cap rap is you kidding me? (huh)
Bad bitches still feeling me
2 guns like Yosemite
Kill everything in proximity
Yea
And ya'll finished here
More holes than a wicker chair
That nigga scared
Nigga where?
I'm a grown man go get a pair
Told niggaz take it to the top
This is that flow thats gon get us there
Show no love can't get it here
We Mo Thugs couldn't give a care
Want no smoke my vision clear
So cold couldn't shed a tear
Dope still on my digi scale
Residue on my kitchen ware
Niggaz out here sleep
I talk that shit thats prolly gon get Us killed
Like nigga chill
Give a fuck how these niggaz feel
(Woo)
Nah, nah nah
Same town tho (yea)
Brooklyn Boys, you know what I'm saying
(Brooklyn is having a real movement right now)
(Talk to me bout that)
Not really Brooklyn jus Woo shit
(Jus Woo not really the whole borough)
Basically (yea)
Genocide
We don't show now love squeeze go let em fly
(Grrrttt bowww)
Like let em die
(Grrrtttttt)
Let em fly
(Bowww)
Cold world
They tell me it's a cold world
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