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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
KillBunk
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jacob Timmons
Composer
Lyrics
Yeah, I remember days we ain't have shit
Now a young **** living lavish
Got a Glock on my waist, make me grab it
These **** talking, I know they ain't 'bout shit
Had this money way 'fore all this rap shit
I can't steal your flow, that shit too average
Pull that Glock, now he running like Mavericks
Feel like juice, fell in love with a bad bitch
Wrist so icey I still buss down my jewels
Still with the gang, and we gon' buss down a jugg
I put that boy in the oven, yeah, he can get cooked
I pulled that Glock on that ****, now that **** shook
They asking me why I don't give a fuck
I can't feel no love, my emotions is numb
She broke my heart, she played me, I feel dumb
I ain't got no weed, no, I'm sipping on some rum
Yeah, two straps make the beat go ham like it's boom bap
Got a Glock in my hand, I'm gon' shoot back
Got your bitch on my dick, yeah, she blew that
Hammer time with your bitch, I'm gon' move that
I said he ain't about it like true that
See the stars on the RAF, now she flew back
I can't fold on my ****, no Johnny Cash, yeah
I know he a bitch ****
If I hit a lick then he gon' snitch, ****
Know my gang forever, we won't switch, ****
He was rich, I took his bands, I'm a rich ****
Ain't no green eggs and ham, it all grits, ****
Bitch, I'm gon' take your presents like Grinch, ****
I ain't Tommy, I'm still wearing Hilfiger
Yeah, your bitch like me more 'cause my dick bigger
I remember all them days I was trapping
I put a mask on, feel like Batman
I had to jugg way before this rapping
I had to jugg, walk, do my magic
Shawty won't lie to me
You always said you would ride for me
Said you would never switch sides on me
Only put trust into my homies, yeah
I remember days we ain't have shit
Now a young **** living lavish
Got a Glock on my waist, make me grab it
These **** talking, I know they ain't 'bout shit
Had this money way 'fore all this rap shit
I can't steal your flow, that shit too average
Pull that Glock, now he running like Mavericks
Feel like juice, fell in love with a bad bitch
Wrist so icey I still buss down my jewels
Still with the gang, and we gon' buss down a jugg
I put that boy in the oven, yeah, he can get cooked
I pulled that Glock on that ****, now that **** shook
They asking me why I don't give no fuck
I can't feel no love, my emotions is numb
She broke my heart, she played me, I feel dumb
I ain't got no weed, no, I'm sipping on some rum
Written by: Jacob Timmons