Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jus.
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jus.
Songwriter
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Yea
This just some shit I gotta get off my chest man
Its a lot of hoe shit going on
Alot of fuck shit
Let that shit spill
Yea
Uh
Brand new chops on the block for all the beef that we got
I been deep behind these tints, but I still see through my opps
I won't never stress not tech cause ima sit back and plot
These **** under cover snitching you won't see me alot
So I creep and I watch, and move accordingly
Half a million dollars in revenue for the quarterly
**** always speaking about, saying they onto me.
Huh
Find that **** somewhere in Albany
Sixty thousand dollars no diamonds watch how you talk to me
I was camping for sneakers now I got all of these
We be running through Louis like its our toilet trees
Catch me riding with gamblers to the ball of thieves, we stealing the show
Matter fact top back, let these diamonds attract and ima be stealing ya hoe
I give and I go, straight to the bros pick and I roll
But **** burning bridges when you get em too close
It was one **** I trusted and I sent em like foe
I aint see that **** since and I bet he still broke
I bet his bitch still out here fuckin and I bet he don't know
But I left that all alone that shit petty fasho
Its a cold world out here
**** out her tripping over pussy like it aint a hunnid girls I teared
I just fear, a **** try to take me out about a bitch
Now ya **** praying for you raise up out a ditch
Let that forty get to poppin then I drop the clip
Playin wit my life I fill em up wit hollow tips
Im just getting older I aint got no time to risk
Let that thirty catch a score coach popovich
Tell my brother light the car up just don't pop the bitch
Written by: Jus.