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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Blac Youngsta
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sammie Benson
Songwriter
Brytavious Lakeith Chambers
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tay Keith
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Take heat, fuck these **** up
Heavy count
Yeah, bitch, bitch, bitch
Suck my dick, dick, dick
I can't wait till I beat these motherfuckin' cases
I'ma smack the shit out a lotta you busted-ass ****, on my mama
Bitch (Gang, gang)
[Verse 2]
I been Tussin' and clutchin' and bustin' at everybody
When my lil' bitch start fussin', I buy her some red bottoms
I been keepin' my circle tight, can't fuck with everybody
Just tryna free my lil' hitters, I hate that them feds got 'em
In the trenches, we're damn near surrounded by dead bodies (Gang, gang)
I might cut off your finger right after I head-shot ya
I can't trust none of these bitches, these bitches fuck everybody
You can't show me, my ****, you know I won't ever doubt 'em
[Verse 3]
Boy, you trespassin' on my block (Gang)
Ain't no trespassin' on my block (Gang, gang)
Boy, you better check in or get shot
I got like nine bodies on my Glock
I got 'bout five bodies in my drop (Ooh)
Can't stop and won't stop (No)
Fucked your bitch out her socks (Ooh)
Don't get mad, they were thots (Dude)
[Verse 4]
He might lose it 'bout that bitch
He might shoot somethin' 'bout that bitch
I might cut that bitch off
She might do somethin' 'bout that dick
I can't take that bitch on no date
I can't fuck with bitches, they fake
I can't fuck with ****, they hate
If you beef with me, you not safe
[Verse 5]
I'm tryna take care of my family, but I can't take care of everybody
You might not understand me, so fuck what they say about it
I'm like, "Fuck what they say about me"
If you my dog, the fed got 'em
If them pussies, they ever kill me, I hope they lay dead by me (Gang)
[Verse 6]
I been Tussin' and clutchin' and bustin' at everybody
When my lil' bitch start fussin', I buy her some red bottoms
I been keepin' my circle tight, can't fuck with everybody
Just tryna free my lil' hitters, I hate that them feds got 'em
In the trenches, we're damn near surrounded by dead bodies (Gang, gang)
I might cut off your finger right after I head-shot ya
I can't trust none of these bitches, these bitches fuck everybody
You can't show me, my ****, you know I won't ever doubt 'em
[Verse 7]
If you mention South Memphis, just know I'm the fuckin' king
If you hit one of my bitches, just know they not on my team (Uh uh)
I gotta take care of my grandma, she know I been servin' fiends
If I come in with my forty, you know it come with a beam
Security, they just searched me, but I still got my strap in
I an't get no **** permission to hit my city, you gotta tap in
If it kept whole weight in the city
Y'all lil' bitty **** better get a sack in (Gang, gang)
I coulda got you whacked back then
I been runnin' 'round chasin' backends
[Verse 8]
Grandma was my mama and my mama was daddy
You know I come from nothin', that's the reason I'm flashy
My cousin told me, "If them pussies play, let 'em have it"
I come from the projects where they dustin' ashes
[Verse 9]
I been Tussin' and clutchin' and bustin' at everybody
When my lil' bitch start fussin', I buy her some red bottoms
I been keepin' my circle tight, can't fuck with everybody
Just tryna free my lil' hitters, I hate that them feds got 'em
In the trenches, we're damn near surrounded by dead bodies (Gang, gang)
I might cut off your finger right after I head-shot ya
I can't trust none of these bitches, these bitches fuck everybody
You can't show me, my ****, you know I won't ever doubt 'em
Written by: Brytavious Chambers, Sammie Benson