Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Splurge
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Splurge
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Beat By Jeff
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Ay, ho, ayo, let me hear that ho, Jefferson, go
Whatever, hit a ho, Jefe, start, ooh, ooh, yeah
[Verse 2]
Designer kicks, you know my shoes stay laced
Hit from the back, can't give her a break
Come to your block, tell everybody shake
Yo, then we gonna shoot up the wakes
Junkies lined up at the stop, gotta wait
Ready to shoot, gotta stock on the K
**** be talkin' and stalkin', they gay
Back in the day, I was jumpin' your gate
[Verse 3]
I ran it up, they think I'm Illuminati
I'm not a clone, bitch, this a real body
Hit from the back and put dick in her body
Last **** say he want smoke, we bought 'em
Ooh, I had come from the bottom
Played dumb in the club and get hit with a bottle
Every bitch you see me with lookin' like a model
Yo, she eat it up and she swallow
If I didn't rap I'd still have cake
Bitch, I got rich, still runnin' from jakes
Nah, bitch, I don't wanna fuck, it's too late
Play wit' the gang then we uppin' the rates
Yeah, uppin' the murder rate
Yeah, up that murder
Pull out the glock had to eat 'em like burger
Get the fuck up, you can chill with the circle
[Verse 4]
No, you cannot chill over here
No, no, we don't sip beer
No, no, it go big, go home
Yeah, and don't trap at your home
I ran it up, nah, I hate playin' bitches
We got then sticks, ****, play and we hit 'em
Gang from the Pitts , if I reach they'll get 'em
Think they'll never go shoot, but we split 'em
Fuck it, I don't care
Get beat by me for a Beat By Jeff
Fuck what you heard, put a gun in your ear
|Used to hit shows waving guns in the air
[Verse 5]
Go, I'm finna take the headphones off
But I gotta prove it, ooh, I gotta groove it
Pull up with a stick and we shoot a movie
I got a whip, I got a truck
Written by: Splurge