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PERFORMING ARTISTS
AZ Chike
AZ Chike
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Damaria Kayshawn Walker
Damaria Kayshawn Walker
Songwriter
Deangelo Darby Smith
Deangelo Darby Smith
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Low the Great
Low the Great
Producer

Lyrics

He a opp, what the fuck I'm gon' fight for
Shed light on yo block with this lightpole
Dumb ****, broke boy, pockets lypo
All caps you sucking dick, it's not a typo, aye
I got a bitch who gon' fight hoes, aye
I got a bitch who gon' light hoes, white girl
I got a bitch who gon' wipe nose
Who dropping bread on the head, then she might roll
Now look at this clip and look at this stick
From here to Hong Kong, bet a **** won't trip
I've just been on my tip, bitch I can't lose focus, bitch
You ain't seen a **** since the news rolled 'em, aye
Suicide slam, swang that coupe open, aye
Had to sub her off the bench, ain't no new coaching
Who joking? Who folding? **** keep yo' chin up
Hit 'em with that 'Yac, drink that Hen' up
I been up, bitch, just like Tony
Leave him holy if I know the **** owe me
I just been on my shit bitch, truth be told
Fuck a bitch **** new or old
Cut a bitch quick I don't play, get a newer role
Found yo' day one **** in the sewer hole
Bust a brick down in a bitch face
She want dick so I take a brick break
First time, last time any time a bitch late
Bitch it's Chike, it's the cult, yeah the lit way
I've just been on my tip, bitch I can't lose focus, bitch
You ain't seen a **** since the news rolled 'em, aye
Suicide slam, swing that coupe open, aye
Had to sub her off the bench, ain't no new coaching
Who joking? Who folding? **** keep yo' chin up
Hit 'em with that 'Yac, drink that Hen' up
I been up, bitch, just like Tony
Leave him holy if I know the **** owe me
Aye, cookie pack strong and it come from the bay
Make the plug ándale
Why you lyin' talking 'bout I got expunged from yo' case
What's your point you trying make with a gun in yo' face
Square poppin' shit like she ain't with the bi'ness
Dick sucking queen, God is my witness
Broke my wrist in a pot then I stunk up the kitchen
Aye, whole block smell me kicking
Aye, Glock to his chest, bet that **** breathe different
Bitch ****, rich ****, breed different
You was on that baby bottle, I was pouring purple lean in it
Stay around, play around, ho I leave bitches
These bitches, aye, off the fee bitches
Overseas I'll see you when I see bitches, bleed bitches
Booksmart, I can read bitches
Let her top me then I leave, like to tease bitches
I've just been on my tip, bitch I can't lose focus, bitch
You ain't seen a **** since the news rolled 'em, aye
Suicide slam, swing that coupe open, aye
Had to sub her off the bench, ain't no new coaching
Who joking? Who folding? **** keep yo' chin up
Hit 'em with that 'Yac, drink that Hen' up
I been up, bitch, just like Tony
Leave him holy if I know the **** owe me
Written by: Damaria Kayshawn Walker, James B. Moore, Jonathan "Lil Jon" Smith, Lawrence Smith, Robert Arthur Ford, Russell Simmons, Todd Shaw
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