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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Luhh Dyl
Luhh Dyl
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Luhh Dyl
Luhh Dyl
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Avedon
Avedon
Producer
Froduction
Froduction
Producer
Lucas Dante
Lucas Dante
Producer
Zender
Zender
Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Uh, uh, uh
Yeah
Gang
[Chorus]
Ain't no cappin' when we rappin', this shit come with action
Tryna dive into this deep shit, you gon' need a jacket
Made a hundred K in a month and that's just off rappin'
I'll shoot the lights up out the gym, I don't need no practice
My bitch don't like to wear no Skims, she drip the latest fashion
Brr, huh, chain big as hell, this bitch an extra baggage
Huh, huh, all my bitches foreign, I'm a Latina magnet
Gotta calm lil' bro down, that **** trigger happy
[Verse 1]
Lil' bro finger itchin', **** penny pinchin'
I ain't even gon' act like I ain't been there, it's just been a minute
They see me out and then salute, ****, I been lieutenant
Ex-bitch tryna spin back, but her subscription ended
Huh, bitch, you know it's over
Been locked in, had to put my family on my shoulders
Ever since I got this chain, my heart been gettin' colder
Big chop hold 5.56s, this bitch shoot out boulders
Big chop hold .223s, if it hit you, it's over
**** die for fuckin' with me, somebody should've told 'em
Catch an opp smokin' in his whip and shoot it 'til it's totaled
Damn near smacked the plug, he told me he ain't mobile
Shit, imagine gettin' smacked 'cause you ain't have no ride
Shit, imagine gettin' (Frrah) 'cause you ain't your 9
I was touchin' ten before nine, ain't even have no job
Before we go and slide, I pray to God they send an opp to God
And we got so many shots, can knock your entourage
Found a Trojan in her purse that ain't my condom size
Get on beats and fuck it up, Tay Keith, you think I'm dramatized
Park the Jeep, then I hop out on feet and leave shit traumatized, uh
Uh, that's gon' go over ****' heads
If I want him dead, nothin' is to be said, they bring his head
I get mad, see red, start tuckin' **** in like, "Make your bed"
Pull up, get the head, then leave the bitch like, "Catch me if you can"
Knew we wasn't gon' last, she woke up and she turned on Sexyy Red
Glock 23 jumpin' out my hands, this bitch got Jordan legs
Gallerys, look like I'm movin' in, it's paint all on my pants
[Chorus]
Ain't no cappin' when we rappin', this shit come with action
Tryna dive into this deep shit, you gon' need a jacket
Made a hundred K in a month and that's just off rappin'
I'll shoot the lights up out the gym, I don't need no practice
My bitch don't like to wear no Skims, she drip the latest fashion
Brr, huh, chain big as hell, this bitch an extra baggage
Huh, huh, all my bitches foreign, I'm a Latina magnet
Gotta calm lil' bro down, that **** trigger happy
Written by: Luhh Dyl
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