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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
BAK Jay
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jayvon Crump
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ Vince
Mixing Engineer
ProdbyTreci
Producer
Lyrics
The life of the party just walked in
If the ho ain't on shit, kick the bitch out
Step just like a marching band
I got too many problems, but the bread ain't one
Told my mama that we ain't gon' starve again
Garage too small, can't even park the Benz, ain't got my- (ain't got my-)
Ain't got my drugs, can somebody come?
Heart out of love, need somebody to save me
Dick her down good, got the bitch saying
Ho talking crazy, tryna have my baby
Go to the bank, pull out a slight 80
Lil' bro want some rank', steal a car onna daily
Gotta start off taking if you really wanna make it
Opps dying, I'm probably' somewhere eating Jamaican
JT the only opp that ain't runnin' from shit
But his ho, I swear she be runnin' from dick
Aain't gon' speak on them other niggas
'Cause they stay in the house chasing clout, don't get hit with a stick
I got the funds, bro got the bitches
Sipping drank all night, hope it help my kidneys
Told ha don't come to the spot
On no bullshit, know I'm tryna get busy
BAK say fuck your gang, then it's fuck your gang
Give a fuck what you claim, straight bending
Ain't tryna take his chain 'cause we know it's fake
Fuck dat tell him give me the pendant
Anywhere that I'm at, trigger finger stay itching
All of this bread make a nigga stop spinnin'
But I still want his head, dead bitch, we ain't finished
Put a ho straight to bed if she don't wanna listen
Nah, I ain't pushing no peace, niggas done brought out the reap
Shouldn't play with a beast
I heard its smoke, I'm finna dead it right now
Show 'em I ain't just walkin' on beats
Yo nigga broke, can't even show you a 50
I swear over here you gon' eat
Why would I beef on the 'net when I get shit stretched, boy
I ain't finna go make a tweet
Ain't got my drugs, can somebody come?
Heart out of love, need somebody to save me
Dick her down good, got the bitch saying
Ho talking crazy, tryna have my baby
Go to the bank, pull out a slight 80
Lil' bro on some rank', steal a car onna daily
Gotta start out taking if you really wanna make it
Opps dying, I'm probably' somewhere eating Jamaican (I'm done)
Writer(s): Jayvon Crump
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