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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Realbleeda
Lead Vocals
BabyChiefDoit
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Catherine
Songwriter
Jayden Whittier-Jones
Songwriter
Demorio Batiste
Songwriter
Quorey Speights
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Demoe
Producer
QRedOnTheTrack
Producer
Tyler Chase
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
Throw up a V wherever I'm at you could be a hat
All this stunting in front them hoes gon get your pussy ass bat
It take bread to go to war say you got racks and I ain't whack
You can run but you can't hide bro got the front who got the back
You know that it be murda when I slide and that's a fact
I'm tryna turn you purple steady surfin like where you at
You ever seen a n---a flat like a mat
Leave his eyes missing
It ain't no car bro thats a boat look how the tires missing
Told that lil bitch I shot form the side
You in the car with them li boys you gon get fried in it
Since they 4 deep is gon be 4 homicides in it
When my cousin died I was in that car
Outside a house I slept and cried in it
Then when they take his lick I pout that bitch on his back
You know who killed your brother n---a stop all that acting
Get in the field and get a kill cuz that business what I'm standing on
And I put belt to ass I'm not the one to lay a hand on
And thats just the way I step
Plus I heard how you dissed me bitch I'm taking your breath
I'm booted up to the ceiling bitch I'm way up there
I went too deep in her belly and she couldn't stay up there
And thats just the way I step
Play like you crazy and get put on a shelf
Pussy clean with a bag and she take care of herself
Fuck what he said knock off his head ain't gon say nun else
High as hell in this bitch why you got that gun and ain't gon shoot it
I don't get the n---a put bread on his top they hit his medulla
Put us on that same block
Know they got the drop but I ain't gon use it
I let her roll up my opps while my fingers stuffed in her coochie
Monday to sunday X pill beating me
I'm not shit thats why my hoe keep leaving me
The hoe keep treating me she telling me she hate it here
It ain't gotta be smoke but n---a we can take it there
Stop muggin I would hate to crack a face in here
Spinning every party hoping we can catch a face in here
Try me I triple dare she cheated but I didn't care
I got problems and I know it I'm self aware
Know that I like saying bitch
What the fuck you thinking bitch
You just got from out the shower why the fuck you stanking bitch
I think you a janky bitch
A whole hanky panky bitch
Why you asking if I'm sober what the fuck you thinking bitch
And thats just the way I step
Plus I heard how you dissed me bitch I'm taking your breath
I'm booted up to the ceiling bitch I'm way up there
I went too deep in her belly and she couldn't stay up there
And thats just the way I step
Play like you crazy and get put on a shelf
Pussy clean with a bag and she take care of herself
Fuck what he said knock off his head ain't gon say nun else
High as hell in this bitch why you got that gun and ain't gon shoot it
I don't get the n---a
Put bread on his top they hit his medulla
Put us on that same block
Know they got the drop but I ain't gon use it
I let her roll up my opps while my fingers stuffed in her coochie
Writer(s): Quorey Speights, David Renard Catherine, Jayden Whittier-jones, Demorio Dejean Batiste
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