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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
John Stein
Songwriter
Lyrics
(Desire for revenge)
I been smokin' heavy but I still be takin' roxy
Outside in the rain, we was tweakin' off of molly
Think that you the one for me, I feel it in my body
I can tell that she toxic, I swear that she just like me
She said "will you do me bad?" I said it's more than likely
We got gen 5s in the whip, I swear we don't do fighting
Put that Jason mask on and my bruddas get to slimin'
Put a flashlight on my stick, huh, bitch I'm tryna blind him
Can you shut up and just listen?
Bae I'm tryna' fix it
I'm talkin' through prescription
And I got what you been missin'
She a foreign vibe from Argentina
Sippin' drank, same color easter
Can't let 'em know where I lay my head
My brudda gon' flash out, he seein' red
Count up my racks, I'll take care of the rest
We hittin' his neck like fuck that vest
I been fuckin' his hoe and I swear he stressed
He ain't sippin' no drank, that shit be stretched
Swear I love when they say I'm the best
You got my heart racin', feel it in my chest
I was on garden street when the shit popped off
Had Dee right by my side
Dee gon' wave his flag, swear that we so tied
This hoe obsessed wit' me, fuck me 'til she tired
Look in my eyes, you can tell I'm stupid fried
Don't walk up out that door
I don't wanna let you go
'Cause you my type fasho
We smokin' the finest dope
Let me smoke up, hold up, hoe
Let me roll up, roll up, hoe
With the highbeams on the Rolls
Let me show you to my bros
I swear my heart so cold
She want a perc, you way too pretty
This hoe wanna fuck on me, no kizzy
I feel like I talk and you don't listen
We pull sticks out in transition
5.56, that bitch like missles
She sucked my dick and then you kissed her
If we fuckin' baby, not the same shit as dating
Hate the way we talk, all these fake conversations
You don't feel what I be saying, it's like I don't say shit
I'm in the spot I'm geeked as shit, high just like a spaceship
I been smokin' heavy but I still be takin' roxy
Outside in the rain, we was tweakin' off of molly
Think that you the one for me, I feel it in my body
I can tell that she toxic, I swear that she just like me
She said "will you do me bad?" I said it's more than likely
Don't walk up out that door
I don't wanna let you go
'Cause you my type fasho
We smokin' the finest dope
Let me smoke up, hold up, hoe
Let me roll up, roll up, hoe
With the highbeams on the Rolls
You did me bad and tried to come back and I just ignored that shit
You see how it go?
I'm still sayin' rip Jay and free Dee
Free all of my bruddas and rip all my dead ones
I'ma make yall proud
(Elegant music)
Writer(s): John Stein
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