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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lud Foe
Vocals
Kid Wond3r
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Anthony Beecham
Songwriter
Willie Akins
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kid Wond3r
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
A lot of **** breathing that shouldn't be breathing
My young **** kill for no reason
It's the killer season call me Cam'ron
Pull up slam dunk shit call me Lebron
I be on the hid out when the police come
Leave a fuck **** bloody
He gon' need a tampon
I ain't playing with no ****, no ****, no ****
I ain't playing with no ****, no ****, no ****
[Verse 2]
Bitch, I'm creeping in your bushes with this Mac on me
They gassed him up imma put that **** back on E
Hit the club mugged up, bitch, I'm high off E
These stripper bitches always tryna put that ass on me
Hit the mall and fuck up all this cash on me
Point me to the **** say he gon' smash on me
These fuck **** fu turnt they back fast on me
The police watching me they tryna put a flash on me
These **** soft bitch I'm grinding like I'm Tony Hawk
We hit yo block double back all we see is chalk
These **** lie on them tracks all they do is talk
**** better use your head 'fore we knock it off
I get loose in this coupe bitch my roof missing
Ain't no competition **** snitching call em stoop pigeons
These **** fu and they cool with it
Somebody get whacked then we might have something to do with it
[Verse 3]
This street shit, bitch, I'm too into it
Say you riding foreigns but I'm knowing that shit too rented
We do hits out the mini van windows too tinted
Slide back that door imma shoot this bitch for two minutes
Free my **** out the jail cell
Until they free imma raise hell
Hell, yeah, say it with you chest since you touch I put shells there
I grew up in the slums we had canned goods and welfare
Gang banging on some foe shit
I'ma rich **** ion want no broke bitch
Dressed in all black like I'm Easy E
Shout out to my jeweler got me looking like I'm Mr. T
A lot of **** breathing when they shouldn't be
One phone call have my youngins make him rest in peace
Hungry **** eat yo face and spit out yo teeth
I'ma dog on a bitch walk up with a leash
[Verse 4]
Cruising down the block in my big box Chevy
Feel like a baby on my shoulders cause my chain too heavy
Fuck a deal I go independent call me Webbie
I'm sipping on the seventeen thirty eight like Fetty
I keep a hollow in the chamber, bitch, I'm always ready
I'm always getting some money I'm about my fetty
Bitch you gon' suck my dick?
Doin' all that frontin'
That pussy boy went bankrupt doing all that stunting
Trapping like a fool so mechanic with a tool
Snooze get put on the news let this rap shit fool you
Preacher man I'm the teacher man I'm gon school you
Remember being a broke **** made it easy to lose a bitch
Now I'm getting money and I love to confuse a bitch
I make her work for me my daddy told me to use a bitch
Think twice before you lose your life in this music shit
I get so much money I don't know what to do with it
If you ain't getting no money I can put you in tune with it
I sweep you off yo feet bitch this mac got a broom in it
Catching bodies became a hobby I be shooting shit
Find out where your house at then I send my goons in it
Bitch, I been the hottest and I already proven it
Water with the bowl bitch I put the spoon in it
Can't fit in my circle **** it ain't no room in it
And I won't hit the club if I can't get my tool in it
[Verse 5]
Bitch, I'm young Rambo doing cooler on the Tech
Doing hits out the lambo limo you get stretched, bitch
I'ma young **** fucking vets
He get in that jam and confess
The pussy boy got put the rest
I just want the money you can keep the rest
Went to jail knocked my celly off the bunk bed
Doing all that sneak dissing bitch we gon' bump heads
[Verse 6]
We Giuseppe'd it up red bottoms are us
Got Margiela's on
Leave 'em where I bought 'em for work
**** dissing on my name cause I got some fame
I got perfect aim
Leave your ass in a lot of pain
Call my jeweler and I but a lot a chains
Remember I was broke as a joke hit a lot a stains
I lined a **** up what I see a lot a brains
Smoking reefer like I'm Wiz Khalifa, bitch, paper plane
We hit the club on some gang bang shit
Run a train on yo bitch let my whole gang hit, bitch
**** tryna steal my shit
Everybody know I started that no hook shit
I'm in Chiraq bitch that's real as it get
Where you gotta watch your back tote a strap or you get hit
He gon' need a shit bag when he shit
Lined a **** ass up and I didn't miss
Written by: Will James Akins