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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jonathan Casanova
Songwriter
Lyrics
I was in that backseat with that nine, baby drako, and a shiesty
I was 17 with a 17 makin **** icey
You can't run from this shit, jit this stick came with a knife
Jit seen bread all on my gram, so now he capping bout the price
I ain't ya baby daddy hoe but I'll put it in your life
I fucked a chinese bitch, she eat dick like orange chicken and rice
I done got the city hot, think it's time to book a flight
Hit that slut, that nut I put out, no bitch, you can't spend the night
Bitch I got back up in my groove, yeah I'm starting to feel like stilla
I don't need no beat to talk my shit, I'll pop it acapella
Face shot, I don't be swimming, now that dead body a swimmer
Word out, it was three shooters in black volkswagon jetta
B shit, G shit, on some street shit
**** tried his luck with me, now he bleeding
Slap boxing **** in the tent, imma eat him
Way that **** hit the ground, I was cheesing
Gave the whip a hunnid holes, swiss cheese him
I don't know what jit was thinkin speaking green shit
Now it's RIP that ****, rest in peace bitch
I been told yall what gone happen, play with me bitch
Know I came from the bottom and never going back
Jit I'm kickin down ya door, you know we tryna take ya sack
How I'm scoring on these ****, you would think I'm runningback
How that pussy **** started running you would think he doing track
Bitch I done eared all my stripes, I done been on every mission
When I'm hopping out the scat you know I shoot like scotty pippin
How that jit been dissing on me, disappear that shit be tragic
Then he re-appear on search, these **** think I'm doing magic
Ain't no hop out when you ready, jit we pop out when you sleep
And we swiffin through yo block you know we hop out and we creep
That choppa wake ya in the night, know it's tryna beat ya meat
That **** tried to run from me, know this choppa ate his feet
Jit stop all that pump faking before you lose your fucking life
Bullets cutting through that ****, you would think I'm shootin knifes
Know I'm tryna catch a dub, I ain't talking fortnight
Me and my ****, we some soldiers, we be thugging though the night
I'm tryna catch that **** lacking, tryna pop out where ya at
**** tried to run from me, these bullets ate right through his back
Florida jit from 239, we some killers, leave ya splat
I don't take no disrespect, you better stand on what you rap
Pussy **** you a bitch and keep my name from out yo mouth
**** like them start the beef but then be hiding in they house
But we spinnin day and night, we gon catch you when ya out
**** dick ridin like hoes, get off your knees and wipe ya mouth
I don't fuck with rats ****, better stay from out my way
**** throwing BKs but then be tryna hide they face
I got one lil hoe named nina, aka, lil make it spray
I go by big maf or mista aim it at ya face
Bitch I bet this bank roll gone get the case closed
Bitch I got killers strapped, waiting on my say so
Let a **** play, let a **** get rolled
I wasn't playin when I said I'll get the case closed
B shit, G shit, on some street shit
**** tried his luck wit me, now he bleeding
Slap boxing **** in the tent, imma eat him
Way that **** hit the ground, I was cheesing
Gave the whip a hunnid holes, swiss cheese him
I don't know what jit was thinkin, speaking green shit
Now it's RIP that ****, rest in peace bitch
I been told yall what gone happen, play with me bitch
Written by: Jonathan Casanova