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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christian Browne
Christian Browne
Songwriter
William Merritt
William Merritt
Songwriter
Tim David Joyce
Tim David Joyce
Songwriter

Lyrics

Huh-uh-uh **** what, **** what ****
Big Glock, Glock .45 on my waistline
Boy don't waste time, **** I FaceTime (shit)
**** this a big Glock .45, right here on my waistline
You debbie cake **** be getting bit, that’s why I straight fire
If I ever got a FaceTime **** I could face mine
They could straight fine, gon’ bust it for me on a FaceTime
If **** out here sayin’ they fuck with me just know they straight lyin’ (just know they straight lyin’)
I push line keep me from running cause **** hate dyin’
Boy I ate mines and took your shit I ate a few times (huh)
Bang that red fire but in these streets **** I blue nine
**** W-O and D that’s what I tote, **** gon’ keep my tether in my jeans and my coat move like the po (like the fucking ain't)
I gotta get off this dope **** don’t start by smoking poles (get off that shit)
This shit be getting for real sometimes these streets is not a joke (it ain’t no joke)
**** I don’t even pop no pills no more keep throwin’ up after I ‘owed (no more)
Bitch I ain't land up after I poke you off that Don Julio!
Often make this shit my duty-holder hit the studio (can’t even stay off no more)
Cause I gotta keep dropping that gangster shit that these **** ain’t even gon’ know
This the truth for real throwin’ what I’m on like King Kong (King Kong)
When I’m talking to one of you fuck **** I don’t even gotta watch my tone (fuck ****)
These hoes already gon’ fuck cause they already know what we on (they fuck with us)
**** know we all gon’ bust so they don’t go to bootin’ up until we gone **** know we score! (huh)
**** this a big Glock .45, right here on my waistline
You debbie cake **** be getting bit, that’s why I straight fire
If I ever got a FaceTime **** I could face mine
They could straight fine, gon’ bust it for me on a FaceTime
If **** out here sayin’ they fuck with me just know they straight lyin’ (just know they straight lyin’)
I push line keep me from running cause **** hate dyin’
Boy I ate mines and took your shit I ate a few times (huh)
Bang that red fire but in these streets **** I blue nine
Go black ****, say slatt **** (say)
What ****, say what, **** (huh)
No hospital, GMK ****, like you **** fucking forgot
Written by: Christian Browne, Tim David Joyce, William Merritt
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