Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Max Mill
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Maximillian Howell
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Pianostalgia
Producer
Lyrics
See you hating **** envy me
Fuck the medicine and pills cause I’m sick wit no remedy
Red beam on a enemy
I’m buckin’ shot at the opps cause’ my **** packing plenty heat
Write raps that got more pain in it
Blowing shit back like a propane hit it
Smokin’ on the boonk, yeah, we lace when we hit it
Smoke a little weed sprinkled wit the cocaine in it
Huh
Where I’m from? Yeah that’s Atlanta bitch
Watch ya tounge cause’ my ****, we be packing hammers, shit
Hood rat bitch, known to go bananas on the dick
Put a hole in a **** like a jack-o-lantern, bitch
Gold rope, gold watch, more thots, dope spots, 45, gold chain on the neck
Militant-like **** when we ride
Tote K’s, Blow brains, gold plates on the Tec
Opp **** wanna try me, man
Plot shit and try shit to try to line me man
Thots know where to find me man
Mob ties, gauge eyes like I’m Omni-Man
**** know Georgia boy’s a fool
Blow minds, broke spines
When we ride, we rule
More wise, smoked eyes, closed eyes, scope wide, blow minds when we cock the tool like…
Let’s ride (x4)
Written by: Maximillian Howell