Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Xanman
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Haile Salaam
Songwriter
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Said, around my neck, bitch got a rope
Pull in your block with a stick and a scope
I don't fuck with these ****, these **** need hope
I come on your block bumpin' a coat
I bubble it down
Don't fuck with these ****, these ****, they clowns
Same with the stare, everybody get down
I pop me a perc and I smoke the whole pound
Found me a Glock in the lost-and-found
[Verse 2]
All my life been surrounded by hoarders
Pour wock in the Vitamin Water
Trappin' it out, bought my first pair of Jordans
Chopper make a **** jump in like Corbin
Spin a bin, U-U, no foreign
He say he plug, that **** is cordless
Call dude, he gon' slide in a foreign
He wanted a QP, got shortened
[Verse 3]
Pew pew out of the AR
I'm servin' the goop out of the jar
So much Gucci, coulda bought a car
I'm shootin' at **** and they playin' ball
I fuck on your bitch, she wanna have a menáge
I'm posted up top of the circle with Ahk
I'm rockin' D&G, these **** is peons
These diamonds they on me, they wet like a pond
[Verse 4]
I shoot with a pistol, they callin' me Bond (Pew)
He gone, new Saint Laurent
We robbin' the plug, then we buyin' the farm
That **** ain't want no smoke, like an alarm
Sticks in my hands they look like pom-poms
Come to that **** door dressed like I'm Papa John's
Lil' fuck **** not eatin' like Ramadan
Goofy ass **** need a go to comic con
[Verse 5]
Delete your whole block with a mother fuckin' K
I'm outside all day, just like a runaway
Chopsticks singin' like it was a sunday
I'm makin' too many plays up on that one-way
Grew up a lowlife think' bout gunplay
We pull up and rip, it turn into a runway
Pew pew pew, fuckin' your good day
Turn these names into a new hood day
Written by: Haile Salaam