On McAfee

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[Intro: glizzyfr] Bitch [Chorus: JID & Baby Kia] Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh Three in the back, two in the front One in my lap, two in the trunk Who got the strap? Who got the pump? Open the cap, open the door, yeah (Yeah, huh) Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh (Yeah, huh) Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh Three in the back, two in the front One in my lap, two in the trunk Who got the K? I got the Drac' (Go) When we pulled in, lil' jit got pumped, yeah, huh [Verse 1: JID & Baby Kia] Lil' dog with a bite and the bark A nice heart niggas abused and turned to dark A nighthawk lookin' for food and look at the booty Nice soft, maybe the bougie bitch look good with the lights off He bust real dope moves, one dope boy, two loose screws Three bad Black lil' niggas said fuck school Fuck them, fuck you, fuck dudes up, tough dudes get touched too Ash to ash and dust to dust, you best to bust the rusty, trusty, dusty, if you rush me (Bet I blow this bitch down) Yeah, pullin' up well, he got his heat and his hooligans there Who brought the beef and the food for the bear? Who got the fever? The heater can shoot in the air? Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh (Uh) Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh (Bitch, I'm from the— Bitch, bitch) Bitch, I'm from the Eastside, you can see the street sign Never seen a peace sign, hell yeah Said he finna respawn, shootin' out a Nissan Put that boy to sleep now, hell yeah Nigga, fuck 12, they be jockin' the player Lil' Glock 9, let it pop in the air Ninja Turtle Raphael when they caught a shell Better say a prayer when he walkin' to jail They said he walk it like he talk it, then he walkin' it well They said he 'bout to tuck a shank and he ain't tuckin' his tail He train well, wheel train goin' off of the rails Same thing, gang bang, he ain't stock for bail [Chorus: Baby Kia] Three in the back, two in the front One in my lap, two in the trunk Who got the K? I got the Drac' When we pulled in, lil' jit got pumped, yeah [Interlude: Baby Kia & JID] You better run, nigga, know you not safe I'm from Bleveland, nigga, that was BK Walkin' down Ave with that Drac' It's okay, nigga, I made it out of here Nigga mad I done got that pape' I'm gone, bitch, haha, yeah (Uh, look) [Verse 2: JID & Baby Kia] I'm from the East, look at the streets, lookin' for peace, yeah He was in a Nissan, never put the heat down, givin' niggas beat down, yeah, yeah, yeah Bitch comin' in the night like thief when it's sleep time, he be on creep now, hell yeah Tell you from the feast now, hell yeah They done let the beast die, hell yeah, hell yeah Trippin', I gotta get out of city Lot of shit I been dealin' with makin' money, makin' enemies Monitor time, tickin' and tockin' until infinity I'm feelin' fine, real good, I'm lookin' physically fortified Fifty feet tall, a hundred wide I jump high and run fast, a hundred miles My nigga still in the hood, he just one of the guys He gettin' sick of the bull, wanted a hundred thousand But he be good, a hundred rounds, he hunted down A bloodhound, I think that nigga a blood now He bang guns and take crumbs, he bugged out I don't even try and show him another route He been thuggin' it since a youngin, you know that we seen it comin' Since park ball days out in Wade Walker, lil' shotty was poppin' off daily Gettin' mad, fightin' niggas, walkin' off crazy Play with him, and all he would say is [Outro: JID & Baby Kia] Yeah (Uh), yeah, yeah, uh Yeah (Huh-huh), yeah (Huh-huh), yeah, uh (Uh) You gettin' that done every time, you don't be bullshittin' You said what? You gettin' that done every time, I fuck with you, on God Now I know it was you Hahaha Real nigga, on my mama You already know, bro, I fuck with you, bro Gettin' that done every time
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Credits
- Writers
- JID
- Baby Kia
- Boi-1da
- Vinylz
- Kevin Gomringer
- Tim Gomringer
- Coleman