Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Richard Young Bruce III
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chxsebank
Producer
Lyrics
Fuck with kid no pedo
Shawty ride with no pedals
She wanna ring no melo
Grab the weed
Go ahead
Break a rillo
Fuck with kid no pedo
Shawty ride with no pedals
She wanna ring no melo
Grab the weed
Go ahead
Break a rillo
Hold on let me get a lil minute
Im barely in it
Yet i'm breaking the guinness
You finna witness
How i finish the business
This ain't a scrimmage
Bitch it counts
Like a three point buzzer
I'm finna hit like there ain't no other
Up and under with the pimp hand
while i'm sipping this Hen
Yeah i'm at it again
Finally using my zen
Going kaioken
Taking over the gen
Im a man over many
yeah i'm proud of my pretty penny
Smoking loud
Can you hear me
getting down
Do the shimmy
Uh
Bottle down lose a kidney
Up in Houston bumpin whitney
Running circles don't get dizzy
Yo money funny
And yo credit won't get it
Then we was in the same boat
Before I started to ribbit
Now i'm like usain bolt
When you start
I done finished
A **** used to hang close
Now i'm socially distant
Damn
Almost had a close call
If I can't trust police then
Who i'm gonna call
I'm a dreamer and ball
Kyle kuzma make it fall
Hallelujah thank the lawd
A **** need a
Think i need a
Rolls Royce
I think i need a
Yeah i made the right choice
In yo head you prolly
Saying that i'm noice
Say my fella
Think you better
Fuck with kid no pedo
Shawty ride with no pedals
She wanna ring no melo
Grab the weed
Go ahead
Break a rillo
Fuck with kid no pedo
Shawty ride with no pedals
She wanna ring no melo
Grab the weed
Go ahead
Break a rillo
Nothing new under the sun
Just the same number nones
Thinking they number one
Before it's all said and done
I bet these rappers be shunned
I see you **** is stunned
But I only begun
Damn
You say you solid
But you know you some gum
I coulda bought a piece of you
For like a quarter or some
You put a genius in the booth
I bet he'll blow up or some
Yeah i plan to blow the roof
That's how conspiracy done
Aye
Talk that shit
Walk that shit
Uh
Fake til you make it and you bought that shit
Fushigi
**** all ass when they drop that shit
Rikishi
Ain't no treasure in that trash
Drop that shit
Believe me
Thought a pussy **** said some
Now a **** get to head hunting
Even got the feds running
Sounding like I got a band drumming
Bet a benjamin on it
bet i'll end my opponent
Written by: Richard Young Bruce III
