Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Eljay4K
Performer
Ribby247
Performer
DHEM
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
ELJAY 4K
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DHE M
Producer
Lyrics
[Intro]
You're telling me that now that this man is free
And we're making good on our commitment to him
He's just gonna decide out of the fuckin' blue to rip us off? (Gemini, this sweet)
[Verse 1]
4K be the wickedest
Think I'm pussy, I dare you to stick your dick in this
Whole team should've been cricketers the way swing and hit your bitch for six
Now listen, kid, uh
I been killin' flows since young, fuckin' hoes since I come out my mum
No money, you a bum, son
On the run, just cop some before the cops come
Gotta wrap 'em up for the brothers on the next jump
Be the next to blow
Watch your back 'cause you're the next to go
Roscoe or Brasco, it's the end of your road
Bro's been creepin' safe since his release date
It ain't safe on them streets, it ain't it
If you think that you're fuckin' with me
Been pullin' stunts that you wouldn't believe
Fight, flow, freeze, I ain't stoppin' the beef
OT, stackin' AUD, straight out the T
Gettin' litty with your mitty, hands on her ass and titty
'Cause she knows where it's at
Got no punch lines, but I punch lines
I been doin' fine, money on my mind
Breakin' spines in the mean time
Please stay in your lane
Hit you that hard, TBI to your brain
[Bridge]
Ayy, bro, word, I got robbed the other day
I'll get my dollar in a couples day, bro
I'll fix you up, I swear (Nah)
[Chorus]
Is that what you're really gonna run with, fuckwit?
Not coppin' that box, I'll put holes in your new drip
Grab the blick quick 'cause toe to toe or flow to flow
I'm winnin' any way we go, just let me know
Later, bro
Later, bro
[Verse 2]
BIG, BOP be the wickedest, this shit's ridiculous
She on her knees, I'm tryna stick in it, uh-huh
I get dough, fuck hoes and rock these shows
I got your Mrs. drippin' in the back, she tryna touch her toes
I got the iron nose
Aimin' head and shoulders for the kill shot
Fuck tryna hit the knees and toes
Kick off your ones and twos and hand 'em over
It's Ribby, lad, there's no one colder, they should've told you
I don't play on these bars, jobs in stolen cars
He got his neck slit up in Rocky over stolen shad
I'll pull your card, what's your charge? Stop actin' hard
Actin' like your hectic, stop talkin' out your fuckin' ass
This a masterclass, I'll drop the hardest start
Spit a poison dart straight through a fuckin' bastard's heart
[Chorus]
Is that what you're really gonna run with, fuckwit?
Not coppin' that box, I'll put holes in your new drip
Grab the blick quick 'cause toe to toe or flow to flow
I'm winnin' any way we go, just let me know
Later, bro
Later, bro
Written by: ELJAY 4K