Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christopher White-Ready
Songwriter
Malcolm C Edwards Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cxdy & Manso
Producer
Lyrics
Three million, million Galaxies like this
And in all of that, and perhaps more only one of each of us
Don't destroy the one name
Perfect
Look what it is though
Never trust a freak cuz they stay on they creep like they walking on they tip toes
I can get you creased like the shoes on the feet of a **** on his tip toes
High when I drive that why I dip slow
Four five on my side why I sit low
Wish a **** would try whole clip full
Motherfucker better tip toe
Fresh, simple money on my temple
I was counting blues got a call from a nympho
Told me fall through want the ouuu I'm like ten four
Bro was like woah woah, know she mess with Bobo
Everybody know know fucking with her is a no no
Play him like I'm deaf hit that **** with the so so
**** I'm that **** in the town they should know so
Plus you know I kick it like a **** run the dojo
I'm a fall through knock it down I'm out the door bro
Door slam hop in the whip, huh
Shit now he get to thinking and shit, huh
Yeah this bitch did used to strip
And I was the **** that ain't never tip
And I know she know some **** probably looking for a lick
Fuck it I'm a hit the bitch and keep the holster on my hip
What it is though
Never trust a freak cuz they stay on they creep like they walking on they tip toes
I can get you creased like the shoes on the feet of a **** on his tip toes
High when I drive that why I dip slow
Four five on my side why I sit low
Wish a **** would try whole clip full
Motherfucker better tip toe
G, uh um that's baby bitch
Copy cat **** they all make me sick
Wolf grey tip with the navy kicks
Ain't shit sweet, motherfucker better get back woo
Blue Moon for the six pack
God damn **** where the hell you boys get that
Break it like a Kit Kat
That ho crazy out a deck a bit
Talking slick I'm a deck a bitch
Fool too smooth looking decadent
Ah naw she just on my deck and shit
I'm flex a bit just for the heck of it
Holly smokes oh no that's a exodus
You should go to the door that's the exit bitch
Keep a snow cone froze on my neck and wrist
What it is though
Never trust a freak cuz they stay on they creep like they walking on they tip toes
I can get you creased like the shoes on the feet of a **** on his tip toes
High when I drive that why I dip slow
Four five on my side why I sit low
Wish a **** would try whole clip full
Motherfucker better tip toe
Perfect
Written by: Christopher White-Ready, Malcolm C Edwards Jr.

