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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Blo
Blo
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Zyire Robinson
Zyire Robinson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Risky
Risky
Producer

Lyrics

I'm talkin' 'bout in it
Please don't fill my plate with spinach
The Percocet was fake, I still took it 'cause I'm a gremlin
(Damn, Risk, you crazy)
Take me somewhere far away from here, from here
Take me somewhere far away from here, from here
I know I been gone for a minute
Don't trip, I'll be back and I'm goin' whim whamiee, I'm talkin' 'bout in it
I went lamb chop with asparagus, please don't fill my plate with spinach
I feel like Yak, the Perc' was fake, but I still took it 'cause I'm a gremlin
Went to the 5 side, rapper didn't tuck his tail, nah, hell nah, stood on business
Tryna turn a lil' five to a playground, me, Lil Fat, and Wicked
Mama keep askin' why they sent me to Hays, I'm safer in the trenches
On Two East, I tried to land a plane, that shit just hit the fences
Damn, but I ain't get my exotic
The fans want me to drop a tape, tell the label send my deposit
My partner be scammin', he walkin' shit down in the kiosk, got fifty in a bitcoin wallet
My bitch be scammin', she hittin' up Lenox for real, I really don't gotta go shoppin'
I ain't even gotta go shoppin'
Got music, I won't even drop it
And if an oppster kill me now, I still'd be the topic
I could be dead, all-out dub, I bet I still pop it
This bitch from Houston, she wanna sit courtside and watch the Rockets (Damn, Risk, you crazy)
I was strikin' and I put my heart in it
You give me a few days, I bet you I can run through like ten twenty, thirty apartments
Judge sent me to prison, bro gave me the knife and I didn't even know how to sharpen it
I be shoppin' in Walmart when it come to opps, I really don't never have a target
If you hang with a ****, you a target
I use the camera every time I back in, barely can see when I park it
You came this close or a **** lyin', you better off usin' a Sharpie
In prison, you gotta be on that, I keep forgettin' that I'm an artist
I got fans that's countin' on me, I keep forgettin' I'm one of the hardest
Sorry to my fans
It been hard to lock in, I been tryna make it last
This K batch kinda dead, but I just charged him 2K for a can
I know I'm a rapper, but I be feelin' normal as fuck, I still talk to my fans (Damn, Risk, you crazy)
I know I'm a rapper, but I don't give a fuck 'bout rappin'
I want a thousand zips in the chain gang, I'm still trappin'
Play say, "You call me every time you go to Magic"
Flippin' packs and runnin' through hoes, I guess I'm somethin' like my daddy (Somethin' like Kevin)
Written by: Zyire Robinson
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