Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Splurge
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Splurge
Composer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
This beat got no melody, beat got no keys (Nah)
My bitch with the shit, Angelina Jolie (Gone)
In the kickback with that nina on me
I be fuckin' your ho, but I keep it low-key (Yeah)
[Verse 2]
No, I can't go, no, I ain't ho (No)
No, I can't stand in the trap without a .44 (No)
I can't stand enough, get fifteen more (Uh-uh)
Bro got caught with 'bout fifteen bows (Yeah)
[Verse 3]
Where would I be if I ain't kickin' down doors? (Where)
Pour up the lean, got me movin' real slow (Pour it up)
We catch a opp, and we grabbin' his toe
We catch a opp, and we taggin' his toe
[Verse 4]
Pick up the bag, I gotta dip that (Pick it up)
Bitch pussy wet, that's what I dip in (Yeah)
Come to your trap, where I let it rip in (Yeah)
Don't ride with no pack, you gotta be trippin' (Don't do it)
[Verse 5]
I'm just seventeen with a Glock 17 (Seventeen)
If they'll ever sign me, they gotta sign my whole team (Sign)
They never try me 'cause I ride with that beam (Don't try)
I stay with some shit, it's not what it seems (Yeah)
[Verse 6]
I got the Glock, but I won't let it show (Yeah)
I know you fake, but I won't let you know (Bitch)
I know you a bitch, I can tell when you spoke (Bitch)
OG or better, you can smell what I smoke (OG)
[Verse 7]
I spin on his block, 'cause he thinks I'm a bitch (Yeah)
Leave his ass ugly and stitched (Ugly)
The last **** shot at me missed (Bitch, bitch)
The last ****, shot him, he loved and missed (Yeah)
[Verse 8]
He six feet down, if you ain't get the gist (Down)
Hot damn, boy, I can get you whacked for a brick (Damn)
Nah, I can get you whacked for a nick (Nah, yeah)
Yeah, I set you up with a bitch (Yeah, yeah)
[Verse 9]
Pull up to your shit, you ain't come out (Pull up)
Yeah, yeah, we on your block till the sundown (Ah, nah)
Load up, cock back, run down, yeah, yeah (Run down)
It's still the same boys, we be up now (Up now)
[Verse 10]
Everybody think I got money, lil' bitch, I do (Huh? What?)
Why? They learn about it from Dubai, yeah (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
We pull up and shoot, bye, **** (Bye, bye, bye)
Thought I wasn't gon' come up, look at me now
[Verse 11]
(Look at me now, bitch, bitch, bitch)
Up, up, up, pull out that bitch and go bop, bop, bop
Ain't tryna fuck, you gotta suck
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Written by: Splurge
