Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alexander Quezada
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
AL CHAPO
Producer
F1lthy
Producer
opiumbaby
Producer
Lyrics
Chapo
Vampire
Yeah
I'm the don capalow said call yo godfather
30 clip hanging out these damn joggers
This a jug this hoe shoot shotty shells out the revolver
He tweaking we sit his ass down just to calm him
I be ready to go if yo ass want a problem
I clip his little bitch ass up like a barber
I take everything that he got leave him starving
She listen to this and said this shit go retarted
We whacked that lil boy and roll him up in that carpet
Slide on anything I slide in a Range
Why would I beef with that pussy ass **** he ain’t got no name
I put a muzzle on the damn stick but that hoe can’t be tamed
Stick his ass up take off his plain jane
This shit not a movie I fuck Mary Jane
I backstab my brother he tell like I’m Cane
I rap onthis shit I don’t do this for no fame
I do this for my brothers in the projects
I just hopped in the yo I need silence
I just hopped in the go I could care less
We smoke so much gas in this air vent
I’m gon fuck that hoe good she a bad bitch
She’llfuck on these damn savage
I fuck white bitches and live lavish
I don’t wanna hear your mouth stop that nagging
They see babylife them boys start to panic
I bucked this glock and these **** these boys start flipping like that shit acrobatic
Young **** but I’m still that hoe daddy
No español you can’t have it
Take em on that tour we gon drag em
The drugs make me fly like a dragon
I’m on front line with that action
Man that Glock **** know I’m packing
Rockstar life **** start the moshpit
Pull out that stick armed by your fists
Get too much money **** I can’t hear it
I pop these Xans **** I think bout taking these bands ****
I pop these Xans **** I don’t wanna be on no cam ****
Hit em with the glock on smack cam
And these **** treat me like the bad man
Yeah I’ll do em bad but I’m not bragging
Glock in my pants while my pants sagging
These **** tryna get in a scuffle
I pull out that nine millimeter he won’t touch me
Pull out the nine staring at em take his duffle
Knife on the drake I pop out with a cutter
Can’t hang with that **** he a sucker
I walk in the trap bloody knuckles
I take the chip and they call this shit ruffle
Break dat just like a chip it wasn’t nothing
Real Oso with some young ****
Ready to slide **** bout my name ****
Bout my name **** it come pain ****
You my side bitch but I’m yo main ****
Real Oso I’m a gravedigger
Baby Whoa Brian Nichols
Gotta go catch em flip em
Man this drake shoot yo god damn ????
See the fye and then he still like icicle
He won’t pick up his cell I think that boy got sickle
He play with the mob that boy stuck in a pickle
He play with the mob he get ate like hot pickle
I count up that bread and whack his ass like four nickel
I’m a real demon I got real issues
Yeah I done whacked yo son where the fuck them tissues
Why the fuck he in the street he a walking lick
Me and Velly take the plug off with counterfeits
That ain’t my bitch **** you could have her
You switched on the band call em bandwagon
Everything that I fucked boy that shit not average
Pour the wock in my cup I’m tryna be fucked up
2 M’s I’m tryna be up up
3 Bands and I got the fuck off
Yeah
Written by: Alexander Quezada