Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
G40
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Camarion Allen
Songwriter
Ear Bangerz
Arranger
Lyrics
Long live Leek, ****
Long live Sauce
DOA shit
You fuck **** know the business
I ain't nothing like these ****, don't compare them to me
Don't put us in no fuckin' list for music, you know we known for shootin'
My foot ain't hit the ground, I'm already throwing, that just how I'm movin'
And I been getting racks, runnin' it up off of murder music
This shit here so amusing, how we kill shit got detectives clueless
Meanwhile selling shows, bro 'nem movin' bowls, we goin' stupid
Out of town, my glizzy in the club, play with your life and lose it
I remember all night in that splat, boy, we was too influenced
Our mind, it was set on getting back, grieve, ain't no time for that
I had to sit down in that cell to ease my mind but now I'm back
When I was locked, was tweakin' on my rap, wettin' shit back to back
Jack in the box, how we pop out in cars, and leave shit overstretched
I'm humble than a bitch, but I can't lie, we done warred with the best
Fuckin' with this rap, I got a check, shit, who we stretchin’ next?
I'm patchin' up with pills and some blue bills, and I'm still crackin' seals
And If I get that dot know what it is, got Quez behind the wheel
I bought from New York, smokin' on a Newport
How bro life was so short?
I ain't too sure, that's why we turned this murder shit into a sport
If we get that call from the right face, you know we bound to score
Lil' folks he so young, he say that button be his favorite toy (Rrr)
I ain't nothing like these ****, don't compare them to me
Don’t put us in no fuckin' list for music, you know we known for shootin'
My foot ain't hit the ground, I'm already throwing, that just how I'm movin'
And I been getting racks, runnin' it up off of murder music
This shit here so amusing, how we kill shit, got detectives clueless
Meanwhile, selling shows, bro 'nem movin' bowls, we goin' stupid
Out of town, my glizzy in the club, play with your life and lose it
I remember all night in that splat, boy, we was too influenced
Long live Sauce
Long live Leek
Long live Quez
Long live Don Dada
Know we been problems
Written by: Camarion Allen