Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Virgil
Rap
DANTE REDGRAVE
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kobe Gurganus
Songwriter
Carter Varner
Songwriter
Tre Grotto
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Virgil
Mixing Engineer
DANTE REDGRAVE
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Bitch said the dick good, like I watch porn and shit (I do!)
Yeah, I do watch porn and shit Nah, I don't watch porn and shit (I do!)
Bitch said the dick good, like I watch porn and shit (yeah)
Bitch nasty, she might suck the finger I'm pointing with (oh yeah)
Who's the biggest fish, you see that mirror, I point at him (I will)
You a bitch, I see you rolling with appointed men (you soft)
Ain't got no friends, no matching leather, all my boys is kin
Dark tints and starry nights, this what real artists is
Hollow tips to guard your life, hide your stripes in the den
Dark night, mind your likeness, do a mighty bid
Homicide, my life is priceless, who you tryna end?
Pain and strife on top my psyche, wildin' cause I like to trip!
Liable to cause a pile up thousand over on the bridge
Never knock over a pylon, cross the line, I'm over shit
Overseas, I'm with the sickness, foggy eyes and hardened lips
Lil' bitch lean over to kiss me, knowing she'll start a argument
Too many cameras out in public, countin' stars on one republic
Pull my poison out the cupboard, DK Relays, come and run shit
Claim you with it, I sense you bluffin', Maytag man gon' bust your muffin
Run your mouth like a rusty muffler, one false move, gon' fuck the punch in
Punch up like I'm uppercuttin'
Punch up like I'm uppercuttin'
Bitch said the dick good, like I watch porn and shit (I do)
Bitch nasty, she might suck the finger I'm pointing with (she did)
Who's the biggest fish, you see that mirror I'm pointing at him (it's him!)
You's a bitch, I see you rolling with appointed men
Maaaaaaaaaaaaan
I find pockets like pressed pills, they pressing me for real
I drop knowledge to your questions, postgame presser like I'm Phil
They still wondering who had sent me, I wonder what bitch would bless me
All the opps, I must be Du Plessis, your bitch text me on the DL
A lot of bullshit and being messy, keep seeing all my TL
They don't see the details, leave me the fuck out of it
Nah bitch, I ain't gon' sing to you, fuck I look like Miguel?
What do I look like, JT? Uh, look like JT
I just wanna rock with my Glock in your purse like Uzi and JT
For that bag, put off my problems, wear them scrubs
I started a practice, where the fuck is all the action?
Tuck it, run like you L Jackson, button mashin'
This a combo! on your head, til I pass it Rondo
Know the real gon' multiply
Pull up on a 4, bustin' Greg Oden
Bumpin' Biggie's "Ready to Die"
Bitch said the dick good, like I watch porn and shit (I do)
Bitch nasty, she might suck the finger I'm pointing with (Okay)
Who's the biggest fish, you see that mirror I'm pointing at him (no BAP)
You's a bitch, I see you rolling with appointed men (you a bitch)
I be shootin' shit, slidin' out a scat, gon' drop a couple mags.
YLN the gang, gon' take his bag, bitch, we just love to lash.
Heart been full of hate, she say she love me, I can't love her back.
Survive a 12 gauge right to the belly, how he stomach that?
You must got God wit' you, better keep that rod wit' you.
First time I had to rob a nigga, used my mom's pistol.
Pillow talk to hoes, gon' wipe his nose like he can't find tissue.
If I don't get the lo', I'm calling bro, Imma have Shon get you.
Chase a opp in traffic, door to door, I'm finna hit his hat.
Fuck it, hit his legs and walk him down, bitch, we ain't running laps.
Get the pack, I gotta do my dance, I did the cabbage patch.
I was broke and got up off my ass, can you imagine that?
Sitting on yo' ass, go get a bag or you gon' die broke.
He prayin' that it jammed before he died, guess he had high hopes.
Button on the block, I hit the switch, it's hitting high notes.
Playin' wit' the gang, a deadly game, gon' get yo' mind smoked.
Hit his top, brains all on the ground, see what he thinkin' bout.
Dead niggas and runnin' up a bag is what I dream about.
Why the fuck these niggas always duck when they see me out?
When it come to sayin' who the goat, they bet not leave me out, nigga.
YLN shit
Its brothers only
Writer(s): Kobe Gurganus, Carter Varner, Tre Grotto
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