Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dirtyxan
Performer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dirtyxan
Producer
Lyrics
Boy we get rowdy I see you musing, I'm mockin' somebody, hold up
VVS from Eliantte, your shit from the {?} so don't try to relate
Dollars on dollars but make it make sense when you trying to debate
Might get a tat on my face 'cause it must not be clear enough to you who really got shit on the jakes
Pay off, info, no {?} jumpers, just suits
Big bands, make room, fuckin' at the paint, but it's cool, I got two
Who really want it? 'Cause honest, you pissin' me off, tryna play me a fool
I won't put hands on a man, but my dawgs like to get them some blood when they choose
Spin, rotate the block a few times, I ain't seen nothing yet
Sins, all dawgs go to heaven, he still let me in, holdup
Friends, body for body, you snitch on your mans, we lockin' it in
He's seekin' third, I can see through a man
I can't depend on a bitch, so it's fuck him, I'm good in my zone
Bitch, leave me alone, I ran the pack to my home
Grabbed my sister and took her to Chrome
And I put her on
Fuck out my face with the gold, I'm good with the thorn, okay
I told you it's on, so stop backin' new to this shit
When I'm back in my city, I told you that I'm comin' home
Back in my zone again, I'm on my throne again
I spun it back, they gon' give me some more
Already told you this, how you not knowin' this?
That's not your ride or die, I'm in her throat
Money keep comin' in, man, I'm just drummin' shit
I don't do fightin', but I made the call
Sittin' back down, this shit gang is still thumpin' shit
Ask me who better, and I still don't know
Honestly there's too many bitches inside of my spot
I could give you a couple for real
Take you outside and show you how it goes
While I'm grillin' the beef, I'm your uncle for real
She callin' me when you sleepin', she miss me so much
That she went on and slipped you a pill
I know I'm home when I'm already knowin'
No I'm not tryin' to fix it, but now I just
Spin, rotate the block a few times, I ain't seen nothing yet
Sins, our dawgs go to heaven, he still let me in, holdup
Friends, body for body, you snitch on your mans, we lockin' it in
He's seekin' third, I can see through a man