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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Q Da Fool
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
George Hudnall
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
rich shootas
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Just another day in the trenches
A crackhead wash my Porsche
And my aunt keep hittin' my phone
Just can't stop fucking with that boy
[Verse 2]
Glock 17, ****, that's a toy
Suppressor on the Mac, it don't make a lot of noise
I hopped in these streets, no choice
My **** thuggin' like they out Detroit
[Verse 3]
I'ma shoot a **** whole block up
Hope these pussy ass **** get the point
Real **** stand tall in the joint
It was time to slide, couldn't believe he was 'noid
[Verse 4]
I'ma make the streets hear my voice
I pull up on my ex in a fucking Rolls Royce
Big bands on me, ****, yeah, duffle bag boy
**** try to set me up, I had to punish that boy
[Verse 5]
I'm somethin' like a legend, make you feel my presence
Always in first, never second
Always shootin', never wreck
These **** be talking more than a motherfucker reverend
[Verse 6]
It's nothing on this earth I won't do for my brother
My **** will kill for that trap
I told you, I spent a bin up in that Tesla
Hunnid rounds full of pussy **** tryna test us
[Verse 7]
Cocaine and drugs on the dresser
Addicted to anti-depressants
She fuck with me, she say I'm fresh
I love pussy, but I spend money better
[Verse 8]
A thousand dollars for this Gucci sweater
A thousand dollars for the jeans
A thousand dollars for the shoes, give me credit
All the bitches turn me down, I know they regret it
[Verse 9]
I got lean, you can measure
I'm getting pints flew in
4, 5, got through 5, that's 10
3, 16, 7H, that's 10, 4, 15, 6, 5, that's 10
[Verse 10]
I don't gotta talk about shit I did
Streets go and tell you 'bout some how I live
Used to sleep on the carpet, now I got a water bed
Had to cut my man off 'cause that boy a water head
[Verse 11]
When you see me, you see me, ****, you better shoot
Please believe me, I keep heat, ****, this what I do
[Verse 12]
I'm not 'bout to play with these fake little ****
I'm finna leave these **** loose
I'm not 'bout to play with these pussy little ****
I'm puttin' bullets on they tooth
[Verse 13]
Ash my blunt on a bitch head
Watch what you say out your mouth
Suck my dick and, bitch, clean my house
This what that rich shooter lifestyle 'bout
[Verse 14]
Buy some guns, then go buy a house
Buy my bitch a ass, titties, I might buy that lil bitch a mouth
[Verse 15]
I'm still in the trap, on a dirty couch
I had to get rid of that dirty mouse
Keep my heat like a plumber keep the plumb
Putting these fuck **** under
[Verse 16]
Working on five different numbers
I been locked up for four fucking summers
You **** hoes, I know y'all ain't drama
Smoking your man pack, this shit is lovely
[Verse 17]
I love it, the beef, I love it, the guns
I love it, the drama, I love it, the blood
I love it, the tears, I love it, I love it
I love it, fuck it, I love it
[Verse 18]
I fell in love with the gun smoke
I fell in love with the caskets
I fell in love with shooting these pussy ****
'Cause I know that they faggots
[Verse 19]
I let these fuck **** have it
I see some work, I'ma grab it
I'm a motherfucking savage
I'm a motherfucking savage
[Verse 20]
.223's do damage
Streets gave me emotional damage
[Verse 21]
Uh, I let these fuck **** have it
Uh, I fell in love wit the shells
I fell in love wit the caskets
I fell in love wit the, uh, guns
I fell in love wit the beef
Uh, I fell in love wit the streets
Uh, I fell in love with the heat
100 Round Goon, I fell in love
I just fell in love
That shit crazy
Written by: George Hudnall