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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
TrapboyDre10k
Performer
Lil Zay
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jarrae deonte Beaudion
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
steerybeats
Producer
Lyrics
Ayy, Lil Zay, what we on, man?
Know what I'm sayin', ATO 5L, ****, on my mama, ****, on 10, ****
I can't see these drugs, it fuck me up, it got my mind gone (My mind gone)
I'm high as fuck, in a different time zone, finna make like five songs (Like five songs)
Don't give no fuck, we smoked your brother, you ain't slide, you dead wrong (Don't give no, bah)
That **** spoke up on my brother, he got left with a headstone (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
'Cause I'ma step for my lil' bro with these two feet, I stand on it (I stand on it)
And cut your motherfuckin' lights out like a fuckin' dead phone (Like a dead phone)
I think the feds know what I be on, I'm tryna lay low (Lay low)
Just hit my vato 'bout them pesos, told him bring my queso (My queso)
All this smoke that I'm inhalin', too much dead **** up in Heaven
How the fuck you say you slime? When lil' bro died, you did no steppin'
And I can't slide with none of these ****, when shit hit the fan, these **** start tellin' (Start tellin')
He only a killer on Reddit, I'm poppin' these Percs, **** know I ain't sellin' (Poppin', yeah)
Ayy, lil' **** dead, he got hit in the head, I ain't takin' it back if I said it (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
**** need him a pack, I'ma mail it
Uh, don't gotta meet up, just Zelle it, **** (Just Zelle it)
Fuck it, we callin' you moissanite man, that shit you be wearin' pathetic, my **** (Mhm)
You diss on my name, then I'm catchin' a brain (Mhm), go put your ass up with the rest of them ****
New opp get put in a blender
Smokin' these dead-ass ****, ain't doin' no talkin', we tryna turn 'em to Runtz (Turn 'em to Runtz)
I just put a switch on the chop, ****, we caught 'em
Put belt to ass for stuntin', ain't have to drop no bag or nothin' (No bag or nothin')
****, we put belt to ass for months
****, when I slide, I never run (Never run)
I just made a new fifty, spent this shit all on a pendant (Woah, woah), I'ma get it as long as they print it
Ain't havin' no pressure with money (Yup), I steady keep thumbin', ain't trickin' on none of these bitches (On none of these bitches)
I'd rather spend this shit on Tris (On Tris)
They like, "Zay, why you ain't rappin'?" Told 'em, "Get up off my dick" (Get up off my dick)
I just be stackin' M's, I think it's time to pop my shit (I think it's time to pop my shit, ****)
And I just upgraded my diamonds, ****, these like my field kicks (This like my field kicks)
****, my kicks cost your rent (Yup)
And I'm probably with your bitch (Yup)
You know she suckin' dick (She suckin' dick)
I told the bitch, "Swallow, don't spit" (Don't spit, ugh)
The way she throwin' ass on me (Come here), like my chop, it got some kick
I got hella bags on me, police catch me, then that's it (And that's it)
In the stu', I'm leanin' over, pourin' fours up like I'm sick (I'm pourin' fours)
That boy got hit all in his shit, his dumb ass thinkin' with his dick (Dumb ass)
Hit the gas, I'm tryna crash, let me out, watch me blast (Bah, bah, bah)
Don't give no fuck, he get no pass, until he die, I'm on his ass (I'm on his ass)
That **** ass need him a Perc' to spaz
Don't fuck and leave her, you the type **** to give her a Birkin bag, **** (Haha)
I can pull out a hunnid right now, uh, I don't needa touch the stash
That boy a bitch, he ain't on shit, he got my lo' and still ain't spin (That boy a bitch)
Caught my opp and shot his friend, I bet they won't say shit again (Ayy, come here again)
Feel like 50, had to up my fifty (Boom, boom, boom, boom), shot like many men
Four different Glocks, they different Gens, gon' hit that bitch that spoke on 10 (Mmm)
All my young ****, they on bullshit (On bullshit), they might just kill a fed
So, ****, watch how you approach me (Yup) or your ass might end up dead (Might end up dead)
All we know is murder, fuck 'round, cut off a **** head (Cut off a **** head, ****)
Blood, sweat and tears behind this shit, that's what I shed, **** (Yeah)
Yeah, blood, sweat and tears, that's what I shed (What I shed, ****)
He got shot up in his shit, made it happen (Made it happen)
Yup, ****, all I see is red, **** (All I see is red, ****)
Pass me a lighter 'cause I'm still smokin' some dead ****
Written by: Jarrae deonte Beaudion