Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Darell Lattimore
Songwriter
Lyrics
Don't you ever put your motherfuckin' hands up on no school bus, ****
You understand me? Y-yeah—, huh?
Y-yeah
Y'all motherfuckers need to gangbang them books instead of tryna be somethin' y'all ain't
Shit, you never know
'Cause I might be the one to kill your motherfuckin' ass, remember me
Like yeah (ZajBeatz, baby)
Like word to bro
Like what the fuck? (Grrah, grrah, like yeah)
RG, RG, like
Like word to bro
Trey Burke shot, that was twice
Ty Boogz shot, he should've had his knife
Tryna fuck me, she can't be my wife (Word to bro)
Can't go out like Ski 'cause I'm afraid of heights
Deady on dead opps, I don't do the Sprite (Damn)
Y'all lost Notti and Dotty, I know y'all was tight
Like, like, click off the pipe
Click off the scooter, got me feelin' hype
How the fuck you get shot by a dyke?
Thot bitch, I see her name in my 'lights (Word to bro)
COEK, I put that on my life (ZajBeatz, baby)
See B-Lovee on the Courts, then he dyin' tonight (Ski)
Like he better take my advice
Up with my left, but I shoot with my right
She sendin' the drop, I see her phone
Like I knew it didn't feel right (Like yeah)
I see DudeyLo, then that's his ass
Jumped over gates, he landed in the grass (What the fuck?)
Fuck the opps, them **** went out bad (ZajBeatz, baby)
But they tryna diss, that shit gon' make me mad
M Row, you pussy, stop dissin' in apps
Started rappin', had all the shit I never had (Yeah)
Like, Notti and Dotty, Wasca and Mels
Y'all lost four in a year, know y'all **** was sad (Like suck my dick)
I cannot-I cannot fall for a line
Bitches too slick, but I'm quick to react (What the fuck?)
Like you don't gotta say, "Come outside" (Grrah)
I'm already here, like, ****, where you at? (Grrah, grrah, boom)
Thought my gun was a **** 'cause this shit is black
I just shot at his tires, now three of them flat (Word to bro)
Tryna reverse the V? Bet
Shooter and driver gon' go in a pack (Like ah)
DudeyLo, I got shit you don't got
Like, ****, my gun and my dad (Word to bro)
I can't 'til I catch AJ Wvtts (Suck my dick)
Yellin' out, "Grape," **** thought I was Crab (Suck my dick)
Chasin' **** up and down the block
Ran out of breath and I almost collapsed (OYK)
Bitch tryna fuck 'cause I'm hot
(She on my dick 'cause she heard that I rap)
Grrah, grrah, boom
(Like she on my dick 'cause she heard that I rap)
Like word to bro
Like yeah
(Like she tryna fuck 'cause she heard that I rap)
(Thought my gun was a **** 'cause this shit is black)
Like ski, ski, ski
(Like my body collapsed)
(Thought my gun was a **** 'cause this shit is black)
Word to bro, ****
Written by: Darell Lattimore
