Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
LUHBERT
Rap
Rot Ken
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rot Ken
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
LUHBERT
Engineer
Lyrics
She say call her back, I ghost her, told that hoe, I got no heart
Twin gon' put them boys in Goodwill, roll them up straight out the jar
Remember days I shopped in the Goodwill, now I eat just like a shark
He could go that way, don't come this way, can't walk through Valley Park
He gon' die, send them boys to ride, back shots
Now it's time to slide, hit they block and tear it up
Now they momma crying, investigations bout that murder
Camera on, rewind, buck the jack gon' leave you there, so don't you think bout tryin
yeah, don't you think bout tryin
Hardest chain inside my city, I'm forever shinin
Bitch, I put in work for all this shit, hoe, I'm forever grindin
This watch a 20 ball, I guess you call that perfect timing
Them boys don't come around no more, cause they some fish and I'm a shark
Hop in the whip, I do the dash, no, I can't put this bitch in park
Kenny ripped the switch, he popped just like a Tart
I seen lil' bro hop in that scat, he switch the gat, he smash the narcs
I got these racks and now they mad, see my bitch, I know she bad
Brand new whip, it go too fast, don't do beef too rich for that
I can't wait to get these racks and tell my jewelers, twin we lit
Said I need a brand new chain so I can pop it on a bitch
Brand new plug I'm rich, lil' hoe think it's sweet, bitch, you ain't slick
I ran it up in bout three months and now I'm back up on my shit
Now I come trippin' around this bitch, don't get caught slippin' round this bitch
And i keep blues all round this hoe, you'll think I'm crippin' round this bitch
Awl shit,
No, this ain't no big bro chain, it got my name on it
I can't wait to rip the beat and leave a stain on it
Told her take his phone and act like you was playin' games on it
My bitch exotic real wide body, I might have to drop my chain on her
She say call her back, I ghost her, told that hoe, I got no heart
Twin gon' put them boys in Goodwill, roll them up straight out the jar
Remember days I shopped in the Goodwill, now I eat just like a shark
He could go that way, don't come this way, can't walk through Valley Park
He gon' die, send them boys to ride, back shots
Now it's time to slide, hit they block and tear it up
Now they momma crying, investigations bout that murder
Camera on, rewind, buck the jack gon' leave you there, so don't you think bout tryin
Try and you gon' die
I send them boys to exercise, she on her knees you say you love her
You the type make her a bride
We treat they block just like the park, we go and seek and then they hide
It aint none when you deep in these trenches
High class steppers they walk with some pennies
Just to be up on this side its a privilege
Every glock that we got, got a hunnid or fifty
I had walked out the door, mama worried
She don't know that I'm shootin' like Curry
We don't fuck with the 12 on the jersey
If we see him, take him on a derby
We gon' confiscate, we bend blocks and we hop out and take they son away
We put switches on that glock and took the fun away
We turn bad bitches to thots and make they tonsils ache
She say call her back, I ghost her, told that hoe, I got no heart
Twin gon' put them boys in Goodwill, roll them up straight out the jar
Remember days I shopped in the Goodwill, now I eat just like a shark
He could go that way, don't come this way, can't walk through Valley Park
He gon' die, send them boys to ride, back shots
Now it's time to slide, hit they block and tear it up
Now they momma crying, investigations bout that murder
Camera on, rewind, buck the jack gon' leave you there, so don't you think bout tryin
Written by: Rot Ken