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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
JayDaYoungan
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
JayDaYoungan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
iamtrillfiger
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Man, you know what the fuck it is mane
Pussy ass ****
Ruffwayy shit ****
All that slick dissing they gon' have to lay 'bout that shit on gang
Lawd have mercy
[Verse 2]
Well press the shit
I know some youngins do it on the muscle
But it ain't shit for me to come up, we done with the cutta
Stop sending threats through your keyboard, that shit ain't gutta
Them bitches steppin' with three rods, go get ya brother
We strap bad, need an army just to take us, creep up on ya, no mask
Let the draco fuck ya face up, pussy **** be mad
Don't understand why they hate us, really they sleeping on me
Finna make them bitches wake up
[Verse 3]
Go ask ya brother 'bout the Youngan, he know how I'm livin
**** outchea dick riding, wanna have my children
What's on yo cheek, that's a bet, oh that's how you feelin'?
Better yet we at yo neck, broad day we spinnin'
The last time a **** play with me, it's been a minute
Clutchin 38's and 30 K's, ain't shit to get you finished
Throwin' slang, speakin' on my name
Guess you want attention, bitch, stay in yo lane
For that gang, let you feel extensions
[Verse 4]
My lil youngin, he tha dumbest, yeah, he trained to go
Aim too official with them, mess his head, bring the scope
Catch you in the face and fuck around and rearrange ya nose
But if we miss, we spin again
Up and let 'em bang some mo', let it rain some mo'
Now you know you up in danger mode
You think I'm playin with Duke, the way I shoot
Bitch, I came to scope, Draco holdin' 75, I'm bustin' till there ain't no mo'
Gon' pull up with them heaters, trigger squeezin', bitch we came for smoke
With this burner I can turn a **** head hot
Bitch you outta luck, no need to duck, I got the red dot
And if you try to jack you gettin' whacked
Fuck a leg shot, I'm pushin yo shit back
Take some head shots
[Verse 5]
Slick dissing on 'em songs
Gon' make me whack a bitch, you speak again, I sprint up in
Pull up, hop out, and crackin' shit
Give a bitch **** 21 shots, we on some savage shit
Catch me in traffic, bitch
Make the ratchet do a magic trick
You gon' disappear when I start clappin', this my magic stick
Lil bitch stop that actin', I'll smash you and who you lackin' wit
If you with yo hoe, she gotta go, yeah, we gon' smash a bitch
I'm better off trappin' but I'm nasty with this rappin' shit
[Verse 6]
Slick dissing on 'em songs
Gon' make me whack a bitch, you speak again, I sprint up in
Pull up, hop out, and crackin' shit
Give a bitch **** 21 shots, we on some savage shit
Catch me in traffic, bitch
Make the ratchet do a magic trick
You gon' disappear when I start clappin', this my magic stick
Lil bitch stop that actin', I'll smash you and who you lackin' wit
If you with yo hoe, she gotta go, yeah, we gon' smash a bitch
I'm better off trappin' but I'm nasty with this rappin' shit
[Verse 7]
(Bitch ass ****)
(No, let's fuck 'em ****)
Written by: Javorius Scott