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[Intro] Yah Mm-mm I can give you the load, I can't give you the recipe Gang, gang [Chorus] Bitch, I'm in my bag, fuck who ain't feelin' me Can't chase no bitch, I don't even chase my Hennessy Playin' games with the ho like Jeopardy Switch on the Glock, but I know she the friend of me I fuck her good, make sure she remember me I let the Glock sing just like a melody Head taps, that shit'll fuck up your memory I can sell you the work, I can't give you the recipe (Yeah) Bitch, I'm in my bag, fuck who ain't feelin' me Can't chase no bitch, I don't even chase my Hennessy Playin' games with the ho like Jeopardy Switch on the Glock, but I know she the friend of me (Ah, ah) I fuck her good, make sure she remember me I let the Glock sing just like a melody Head taps, that shit'll fuck up your memory I can sell you the work, I can't give you the recipe [Verse] I can sell you the food, I can't give you the recipe (No) Trackhawk too fast, police ain't catchin' me (Skrrt) Need good weed, and codeine to mellow me Ridin' with the [faster?], try not to felony I've been in that bag and would not let it get to me We just gon' hop out and step on the enemy (Ah) We just gon' hop out and step on the— (Ah, woah) He better hopin' he don't run into we (Yeah, ah) He better hopin' he don't run into we Shawty too bad, I can tell that she feelin' me I fuck that ho 'til her legs starts quiverin' All this ice on me, I got the case shiverin' He want the smoke, then we gon' deliver it Rockin' Supreme when I'm feelin' superior Top of the food chain, we top of the pyramid None of my killers don't go see the therapist All of the flashy, you know that I'm wearin' it VVS diamonds make me feel so arrogant Chrome Heart in that, ain't no repairin' in Whatever I got, me and crodie, we sharin' it You know I got in this bitch like asparagus Glock and it's fully, you know that I'm wearin' it He moved around, then we gon' have to bury him You see the squad, yeah, it's full of barbarians They know I'm gang, pop out, we embarrass 'em I promise we ain't played fair with 'em Ride for the gang like a chariot Bitch got one night like a Marriott I swear I ran it up more than Harriet [Chorus] Bitch, I'm in my bag, fuck who ain't feelin' me Can't chase no bitch, I don't even chase my Hennessy Playin' games with the ho like Jeopardy Switch on the Glock, but I know she the friend of me I fuck her good, make sure she remember me I let the Glock sing just like a melody Head taps, that shit'll fuck up your memory I can sell you the work, I can't give you the recipe (Yeah) Bitch, I'm in my bag, fuck who ain't feelin' me Can't chase no bitch, I don't even chase my Hennessy Playin' games with the ho like Jeopardy Switch on the Glock, but I know she the friend of me (Ah, ah) I fuck her good, make sure she remember me I let the Glock sing just like a melody Head taps, that shit'll fuck up your memory I can sell you the work, I can't give you the recipe
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Credits
- Writers
- Burna Bandz
- Hiitek
- Niman Beatz
- Harry East