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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nickoe
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nickoe Whitley
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cocaine Earl
Producer
Lyrics
Walked in the spot it was late
I ain’t trusting no ****
I jus swapped out the Glock for the drake
Let me get off
These **** know that I’m poppin it
Play wit the gang den we standing on top of shit
I drop a bag on a blitz
Like a young **** placing a bet
I got choppers that’s taller than chet
Dem young wilding an all I can tell em don’t crash
Cuz I know they ain’t duckin know wreck
I know they don’t like me
That be the shit that excite me
What make me go lace up them Nikes
I brought the fire I’m igniting
Spark up they block in a striker
They thought they got strike by some lighting
Ion need kno glove I ain’t fighting
Ian in no club I be trapping
I’m the one that be making shit happen
I guess they thought I was jus rappin
Ian get kno round of applause
But then bitches be clapping
These **** kno ain’t no rookie
I’m chasing em down wit this switch
He gone run from this whopping
Aye let me get off
I jus placed a bet wit the bookie
Don’t ask what doin in the kitchen
You know what I’m cooking
Walked in the spot it was late
I ain’t trusting no ****
I jus swapped out the Glock for the drake
I’m smoking this za to the face eye red like demon
You thought I had swapped out wit satan
I been thinkin to much about slavery
I took of my chain like fuck it I’m rockin a bracelet
Iono why these **** be hatin
I guess they bitch wanna fuck
Cuz the money I’m making
And I want it now I ain’t got no more patience
My trap rollin hard I got too many patients
I’m like the doc in my hood
They don’t stop in my hood
Cuz my section get scary like Jason
My life a book I got too many pages
I’m selling these Roxie’s they go by the ages
I make em pay by the milligram
An I fuck wit the plug daughter ain’t no middle man
Spin that lil bitch like a ceiling fan
You know black boy tryna get it in
An I do not fuck wit no new ****
Jus otf it ain’t no room fa to fit em in
Flew to Cali flew back wit a hunnit band
I jus traded two scats fa a hunnit bags
Ima beat out the pack Hershey punch me in
Ion want the lil bitch ima fuck her friend
Let me get off
These **** know that I’m poppin it
Play wit the gang den we standing on top of shit
I drop a bag on a bitch like a young ****
Placing a bet I got choppers that’s taller dem chet
Dem young wilding an all I can tell em don’t crash
Cuz I know they ain’t duckin know wreck
I jus got the pack it was gone in a day
Aye let me get off
I told her come here let me fuck on ya face
Aye let me get off
**** get out my way I ain’t come here to play
Aye let me get off
Tryna get off a clip I ain’t catching no fade
These **** know that I’m poppin it
Play wit the gang den we standing on top of shit
I drop a bag on a bitch like a young **** placing a bet
I got choppers that’s tall as ya chest
Dem young wilding an all I can tell em don’t crash
Cuz I know they ain’t duckin know wreck
Written by: Nickoe Whitley