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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Duke Deuce
Duke Deuce
Vocals
Tay Keith
Tay Keith
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Patavious Isom
Patavious Isom
Songwriter
Brytavious Lakeith Chambers
Brytavious Lakeith Chambers
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tay Keith
Tay Keith
Producer
Thomas “Tillie” Mann
Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Tay Keith, fuck these **** up
Tay Keith, this too hard
What the fuck?
[Verse 2]
Bitch, I'm a, bitch, I'm a vet, reppin' my set
Hopped out the jet, ice on my neck (Ice on my neck)
Grabbin' the TEC, keep it on deck (Keep it on deck)
He say it's smoke, then I'm leavin' him wet (Leavin' 'em wet)
Holla at me folk, it's for the low (It's for the low)
I put on a show to go to the store (Go to the store)
You can't see this shit, this bitch'll get ghost (Go ghost)
Don't hit the blue lights 'cause you don't want no smoke
[Verse 3]
****, I'm the illest in the city
Even got the nuns fuckin' with me
Flippin', hell nah, I'm committed
Know some **** rob for a livin'
Guts off-white, call it chitlins
Let 'em hate and nut up on their bitches (Ugh)
**** got a problem, get up with me
**** got a problem, get up with me (Bitch)
[Verse 4]
Fire up the Glock and hit your block
And let the Hellcat stop (Aye, aye)
It's much respect, you get your guap
You flip the weed or rock
Don't come at me
Don't come at me hot about a thot
Get knocked up out your sock (Uh)
Just look what I got, I iced my watch
This bitch don't tick or tock (Uh)
[Verse 5]
Fire up the Glock and hit your block
And let the Hellcat stop (Aye, aye)
It's much respect, you get your guap
You flip the weed or rock
Don't come at me
Don't come at me hot about a thot
Get knocked up out your sock (Uh)
Just look what I got, I iced my watch
This bitch don't tick or tock (Uh)
[Verse 6]
Shawty got raw head (Shawty got raw head)
Pussy be bald head (Pussy got bald head)
Bricks got bounce like bullfrogs (Bullfrogs)
Trippin' like a bulldog
With some quiet ass ****, they'll fool y'all (They'll fool y'all)
Yeah, might shoot y'all (**** might shoot y'all)
Wanna be a shooter? I'll recruit y'all (I'll recruit y'all)
Come to my city, they'll boo y'all (Boo y'all)
Prada with the Fendi (Fendi)
No, it ain't a gimmick (Gimmick)
Sport, no spinnin' (Spinnin')
Geeked up engine (Engine)
Blacked on black (Black)
Bat up outta Hell (Hell)
All my packs just came through the mail
Fuck up the weekend, I know you see me
Bitch, I been eatin', diamonds be speakin'
Don't get to reachin', we get to peepin'
Choppas for defense, you get the beatin'
[Verse 7]
Fire up the Glock and hit your block
And let the Hellcat stop (Aye, aye)
It's much respect, you get your guap
You flip the weed or rock
Don't come at me
Don't come at me hot about a thot
Get knocked up out your sock (Uh)
Just look what I got, I iced my watch
This bitch don't tick or tock (Uh)
[Verse 8]
Fire up the Glock and hit your block
And let the Hellcat stop (Aye, aye)
It's much respect, you get your guap
You flip the weed or rock
Don't come at me
Don't come at me hot about a thot
Get knocked up out your sock (Uh)
Just look what I got, I iced my watch
This bitch don't tick or tock (Uh)
Written by: Brytavious Lakeith Chambers, Patavious Isom
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