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PERFORMING ARTISTS
BabyK Osama
BabyK Osama
Performer
Jdot Breezy
Jdot Breezy
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Darian kierce
Darian kierce
Composer
Jacourey Rivers
Jacourey Rivers
Composer
Zavion Storey
Zavion Storey
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
RichZay
RichZay
Producer

Lyrics

These **** foulin' out 'bout hoes, man, this shit brazy
Parked the car, jump out on feet
Shoot up the trap, that's how we played it (That's how we played it)
Make you lay down in yo crib, if we go come in taking
You won't even make it, don't do no thinking, bitch, I'm blank (No cap, 'cause I'm blank)
And I'm ducked off in that camo mode (Ducked off in that camo mode)
Got double mags just for the chop, can't have my ammo low
Me and Mike gon' treat you like our bitch, that's how we handle hoes
Man, free my brother, them crackers steady tryna fuck 'em over, aye (Why they steady tryna fuck 'em over?)
Boy, I'm tweaking on my 'plies shit (Tweaking on my 'plies shit)
Ran off on the plug twice, he can't get it back no more (Aye, he can't get it back no more)
All I know is facts, lil' bro
You ain't even no factor, so all that acting, you better stop it
'Cause if I catch ya, I'ma whack ya bitch
**** goin' ghost, just like Danny Phantom, your son a bitch like a transgender (Like a trans)
White hoe with me like Kylie Jenner (Like Kylie Jenner)
Beat the pussy up, instrumental (My instrumental-mental)
Run it down, thought I couldn't get him (Thought I couldn't get him)
Head hunter, he a wig splitter, woulda took his shoes but I couldn't fit 'em, bitch (He a wig splitter, but I couldn't fit 'em)
Yo, bitch I'm tweaking on that dumb shit, all I know is redrum, murder one I slump jit (Tweaking on my dumb shit)
Pop up out the cut, just like, surprise, you know I love this shit (Surprise!)
You know I done this shit before, I ain't no rookie
I ain't hitting no backshots, do I look like Ricky, boy?
Boy, I really want you to get the fame, I run into you, I'ma kill you, boy
Ain't no point to even say your name, just know I'ma stay on business, boy (Stay on business, boy)
Better get your ass some—, I do this shit for real, just know I'm with it, boy
These **** fouling out 'bout hoes, man, this shit brazy
Parked the car, jump out on feet
Shoot up the trap, that's how we played it (That's how we played it)
Make you lay down in yo crib, if we go come in taking (Lay down in yo crib, boy)
You won't even make it, don't do no thinking, bitch, I'm blank (Like, gimme that, like, come here, bitch, I'm crazy)
Get up on this ****, for that murder, I got passion (I got passion)
Start a gang war with any tough-ass **** that want static (Any **** want static)
I ain't forget that shit you said, you better stand on all that rappin' (Better stand on all that rappin')
Yeah, I'll light up anywhere, I'm jumpin' out and getting active
Feeling froggy ****, jump, Drac gon' push his ass backwards (Push his ass backwards)
Bitch, I shoot first and never ask no fucking questions after
**** know I run with smackers, **** that'll whack a ****
Repent for sinnin' an then come spin again and hit the repass after (Hit the repass after)
I ain't fond of all these ****, so we just gonna kill 'em after (We just gonna kill 'em after)
We done took so many souls we made the opps go live with Casper (Live with Casper)
You a killa, out here booty clappin', I be filled with laughter (I be filled with laughter)
**** know I hop out, hittin' shit, like I play linebacker (I play linebacker)
Big Drac, I tote it like a handgun (Like a handgun)
On my life, it ain't a **** on the earth that I ran from (****)
Till this day, I still be in that car tryna blam some
Leave a **** bloody, hoe-ass **** need a tampon, he caught a handful, bitch
These **** foulin' out 'bout hoes, man, this shit brazy
Parked the car, jump out on feet
Shoot up the trap, that's how we played it (That's how we played it)
Make you lay down in yo crib, if we go come in taking (Lay down in yo crib, boy)
You won't even make it, don't do no thinking, bitch, I'm blank (Like, gimme that, like, come here)
These **** foulin' out 'bout hoes, man, this shit brazy
Parked the car, jump out on feet
Shoot up the trap, that's how we played it (That's how we played it)
Make you lay down in yo crib, if we go come in taking (Lay down in yo crib, boy)
You won't even make it, don't do no thinking, bitch, I'm blank (Like, gimme that, like, come here)
Written by: Darian kierce, Jacourey Rivers, Zavion Storey
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