Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
SkipSkool
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
SkipSkool
Composer
Brick God
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Neal & Alex
Producer
Lyrics
I see how you move I ain't impressed
You wanna hate, be my guest
No debate all my bricks the best
The way I handle bars like a bmx
No stress too wavy
I got the sauce like gravy
Straight out the Eight
Yo pour up the Henny
I heard it's a party
When the 8 in the building
You gonna feel it we goin' retarded
Ayy Ayy
She want the molly
Uuuh
Don't get me started
We goin burn this whole crib down by the mornin'
I said, lights out but I still shine like a lighthouse
They ain't with us kick em right out
Yo leave that here or we goin fight now
Ayy Ayy
Whiplash Head banger like whiplash
I want broken bones, I want ribs smashed
Aint no goin home till the crib trashed
Talk to my plug he showin me love
We speakin in riddles like haikus
I got a buzz like Raichu
Said that I wont but really I might do
Moonwalka like michael
Through the night
Got the blade on my right too
Fuck a threat on the internet
Boy Ima see you real life soon
Still got a case but I'm tryna get this paper Fuck the DA
Just moved out my place I know that I shouldn't
But I wan' get back in the game
I just got frisked two times in a day, they tryna pin another felony
Blockin me from takin flights they still thinkin that they gettin me
Its fuck the state
My bro just took a charge for me
They tryn get the better of me
Oh I cannot let it unsettle me
And the feddis hatin cause I'm still at large
I'm feelin great cause I'm free
How we became enemies
Talkin bout some jelousy
Cut you off you was leechin
Most of them bitches is fiendin
Hit my celly when they need me, uh
I be out any evening, holla at Jas and we schemin
Fuck the feddis they be treechin
Actin like they got a reason
Got aquitted, bitch I'm leavin
None of my brothers was speakin
Bitch im retarded
Im off the henny nah dont get me started
Brought in the bricks and I flooded the market
Get your OG an' he told me he sorry
I fucked his BM and he dont even know it
Guess now he know it, I'm movin nasty
Stopped sellin coke so don't even ask me
That was last year an' I'm tryna stay classy
Feds on my dick allways tryna harass me
I heard it's a party
When the 8 in the building
You gonna feel it we goin' retarded
Ayy Ayy
She want the molly
Uuuh
Don't get me started
We goin burn this whole crib down by the mornin'
I said, lights out but I still shine like a lighthouse
They ain't with us kick em right out
Yo leave that here or we goin fight now
Ayy Ayy
Whiplash Head banger like whiplash
I want broken bones, I want ribs smashed
Aint no goin home till the crib trashed
Writer(s): Brick God, Skipskool
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