Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
King Von
Vocals
Chop Squad DJ
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Darrell Jackson
Songwriter
Dayvon Bennett
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chop Squad DJ
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Bitch left me while I was locked up, I came home, I shitted on that bitch
Went silly on that bitch, got diamonds drippin' off my wrist
If you ain't suckin' dick then I ain't interested, bitch
You got a deep throat, lick on and spit on my shit
I got a bag, ****' savings, I be spendin' that shit
My homie turned state, now he a witness and shit
See, on my soul, I'm out here shootin' poles
I probably catch a body before I catch a cold
[Verse 2]
Hold on, hold on, run that shit back
This that OTF shit, this that Stretch Gang shit, this that GetBack Gang shit
[Verse 3]
Bitch left me while I was locked up, I came home, I shitted on that bitch
Went silly on that bitch, got diamonds drippin' off my wrist
If you ain't suckin' dick then I ain't interested bitch
You got a deep throat, lick on and spit on my shit
I got a bag, ****' savings, I be spendin' that shit
My homie turned state, now he a witness and shit
See, on my soul, I'm out here shootin' poles
I probably catch a body before I catch a cold
[Verse 4]
I got a shootin' folks habit, I know I'm too savage
My lil' bro packin', we team No Lackin
Better not get caught in traffic, 'cause I'm Stretch Gang crazy
My old hoe is blue, I wouldn't fuck em if they paid me
Hermes, nah, bitch this Ferragamo
Ain't tryna fuck the **** bitch, I'm tryna fuck his mama
I'm with a bad bitch named London
She gay and she swing both ways like nunchucks
My guys deep fry shit, Popeyes
Never lackin' stay on point, see everything like I'm cockeyed
Hoe **** got bitch ways, he switch sides
Change a **** like a flat tire, he gon' need more than peroxide
Ooh, I know you feelin' this, boy this that killin' shit
This that gang only shit, you need a membership
This that hit your target shit, it hit your witness shit
You ain't see that boy in three days, that's that he missin' shit
Now, that's that fishy shit, but Von tote a 50 clip
Plus my gun been through some shit
Like Bernie Mack, bitch, who you with?
Balmain, nah, bitch I rock Amiris
My Drac' just caught two **** back to back, it's gettin' scary
[Verse 5]
Bitch left me while I was locked up, I came home, I shitted on that bitch
Went silly on that bitch, got diamonds drippin' off my wrist
If you ain't suckin' dick, then I ain't interested bitch
You got a deep throat, lick on and spit on my shit
I got a bag, ****' savings, I be spendin' that shit
My homie turned state, now he a witness and shit
See on my soul, I'm out here shootin' poles
I probably catch a body before I catch a cold
Written by: Dayvon Bennett