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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Wild Yella
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Barry Fields
Songwriter
Lyrics
Riding solo with a pistol in the seat, but it’s in reach
Red beam on the top I know this bitch won't miss a beat
N**** blowing up my phone talking in this killer tone
This n**** used to be my n**** (f*** it)
Now my feelings gone
I let him stunt in front his people
I ain’t really say too much
Dont need nobody in my business when i spray this n**** up
Bend the corner, swing up on em, I’ma make this n**** duck
We gone beef, when he sleep ima wake this n**** up
I’m a soldier, i stand over ya, get right up in ya face
Tryna run, ima slow you down & shoot you all up in yo waist
If you ain’t there, Ima have my shooters post up right there where ya stay
If they ain’t told you, ima tell you i'm that n**** that don't play
I Get My Hoes To Set Ya Up
Either Way You Getting Wet Up
Them N***** You With Aint Gone Do Shit, They Lil Guns Collecting Dust
In Other Words You by Yourself, You Close To Death N**** You Fucked
When You See Me You Better Bust & Pray Your
Shit Never Jam Up
Its Gone Be A Murder Scene When I Catch You N****
No Peace Talk Or Nun Of That
Ima Stretch You N****
I Hope You Bout It like You Say I'm Finna Test You N****
For Talking Shit Like A N**** Won't Address You N****
Its Gone Be A Murder Scene When I Catch You N****
No Peace Talk Or Nun Of That
Ima Stretch You N****
I Hope You Bout it like You Say
I'm Finna Test You N****
For Talking Shit Like A N**** Won't Address You N****
Mayne Ain’t No Backing Down Or Nun Of That
Since You So Gangsta
Anybody You Riding With
I'm Dumping At Em Until I Stank You
Better Open Up Yo Ears & Listen Clear
Yo Life In Danger
Ima Clear Out Yo Whole Block With This One Glock & This One Finger
Best Thang For You To Do, Get On Ya Knees & Talk To God
How I'm Coming With This Rod You Gone Be Scared To Come Out Ya Yard
These 40 Glock Bullets Gone Cut That Ass Up like A Sword
Either Leave Ya House With A Vest, If Not That Stay Out Of Dodge
I'm Telling You Lil Boys You Don’t Want To See Me Acting Up
Bitch I Mean Whatever I Say & Whatever I Say I Back It Up
Catch you Slipping In Traffic Busting & Make You Crash Ya Truck
Run Up On Ya Let Ya Have It So Winfield Can Wrap Ya Up
You Lil Bitches Ain No Goons
You Just A Bunch Of Lies To Me
I Make N***** Hide From Me, You Boys Don't Wanna Collide With Me
I’ll Swang Up In Ya Yard
Come Dumping From Behind The Tree
I Got Some Shit Up In This Trunk That'll Knock Ya Ass On Side The Street
Its Gone Be A Murder Scene When I Catch You N****
No Peace Talk Or Nun Of That
Ima Stretch You N****
I Hope You Bout It like You Say
I'm Finna Test You N****
For Talking Shit Like A N**** Won't Address You N****
Its Gone Be A Murder Scene When I Catch You N****
No Peace Talk Or Nun Of That
Ima Stretch You N****
I Hope You Bout It like You Say
I'm Finna Test You N****
For Talking Shit Like A N**** Won't Address You N****
Its Gone Be A Murder Scene When I Catch You N****
No Peace Talk Or Nun Of That
Ima Stretch You N****
I Hope You Bout It like You Say
I'm Finna Test You N****
For Talking Shit Like A N**** Won't Address You N****
Its Gone Be A Murder Scene When I Catch You N****
No Peace Talk Or Nun Of That
Ima Stretch You N****
I Hope You Bout It like You Say
I'm Finna Test You N****
For Talking Shit Like A N**** Won't Address You N****
Written by: Barry Fields