Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Isaac Rodriguez
Songwriter
Ryan Aquino
Songwriter
Amnesiabeats
Songwriter
Lyrics
Easily I'm killing rappers over any beat
I'm taking off my shoes and I'm relaxing getting comfortably
So call me E
Tank ain't ever empty I ain't freezing up
The only time I'm gassed I'm using 93 premium
The vibes that I bring
I swing
Grand Slam like Denny's time to serve em let em eat
Baby what you see when you take a look at me
Rollin six deuce rag top sitting on them D's
Gotta keep the top up and let the air conditioner blow
It's Really cold
As I roll down the road
Mackin hoes like a G should or should I say a P should
Drag the bumper down Azusa to the P hood
Tax season take the game you can call me Eddie Deebo
The E in my name don't stand for no evil
I don't know why bitches hit my line and tryna deep throat
I get em wet like speedboats and play em like casinos
Pull up on your block glock loaded ima sleep bro
See you hiding in the crib shoot you thru the peep hole
TrillDeal making money like I'm doing cheat codes
Go and take a nigga bitch turn her to a freak hoe
Know she gotta man so you know I stay on creep mode
All these bitches foul so I guess I'm getting free throws
Leave hoes, you the type of nigga trynna keep those
Baby I'm a player I'm a baller I'm in beast mode
Everybody claiming that they got it I don't see though
Already fucked her once second time is just the sequel
Breathe slow filling up my lungs with sour diesel
Hard to say you hate me cus them other boys ain't equal
Know they acting phony
Real G on my P mode
Double cup full got my sprite mixed with Tito's
Think I need a bitch baby I ain't ever need one
Get the pussy when I need it then I go and leave em
Writer(s): Isaac Rodriguez
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