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Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Salim Mwaruwa
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
kevonito
Producer
Lyrics
Ay, Nah fr though P , you gotta come with this bitch crazy, P. I ain't even gonna lie
This bitch crazy
When they see the Dusty Boyz, they like, here they go again
Ridin two door with my brother, serving out the coupe again
In and out from state to state, I can tell you where I've been
Not the type to hesitate, break it down, can't take it in
Palm angels on my face, kinda hard to see out the lens
I used to have Versace, but I broke them on the bitch
Said you wanna plug on za, you really tryna spend
I'm pushin' highs and lows, tell me what you tryna get
Dump ah cool 1200, I'ma make it worth your trip
Stressin' bout the price you pay, worry bout your flip
**** claim this and that, but this is real as it get
Out the way, been in the way, never caught up in the mix
Gucci sneakers when I'm outside, so I'm still steppin', tryna pitch
This a glizzy on my hip, I shoot this bitch like an FN
My auntie said I cook it right, I ain't had to step again
Young **** too turnt, I just had to whoop a twin
I'll serve you for the eight, but you can't come short again
You showin' off your life savin', boy, you doin' it for a trend
This lil' bitch, she tryna fuck me, but I really want her friend
I'm in the party, pistol packin, this 27 comin' in
Don't ever think that you gon' rush me, I'ma put you on your chin
This **** cappin', talkin' bout what he got and what he tryna spend
And we got plenty flavors, if he want some za, just come on in
Y'all **** steal your car, take it to the shop and switch the vin
I got five and bro got five, we fly out and get a ten
And we flyin' back with a few pens, you can't put this on no FN
Drug money, make it clean, I feel like Rico off of power
I knew I was gon' be lit, I was sellin' candy as a toddler
I got charged 1100, I'ma need 26
Type a **** dog a hoE, not the type to treat a bitch
When I get into that mode, I'm the type to take some risks
I'm trappin' with my brothers, brothers only in this bitch
Can't say my cousin's name, cause he walk around with shhhh
Where the hell the tron at , I need a shot up in this bitch
Bitch keep askin' with my phone, move around for you, get hit
This dog food fire, charged him for a hit
I'm livin' in the burbs, remember, I was livin' in them bricks
**** charged me 25, so I'ma charge 36
Askin' what's the word, bet that you get punched up in your shit
**** ask for cheap weed, hell nah, this ain't this
She keep askin' what I got, told them that I got that shit
And if you fuckin' with my brother, I'ma leave you in a ditch
Feel like Zac and Cody, they come back to back just for that fent
I just served auntie , but she keep callin' again
Damn, ****
She keep callin' again
Fire
Damn
Written by: Salim Mwaruwa