Lyrics: Scott Gonzales
Music: Pedro Neto
Nagasaki with the flows drop bombs like Hiroshima
Keep this Glock for my protection ridin’ with that Nina
Thirty one and handsome bitch I'll probably take your niña
Prowler in the yard I’ll greetcha with the millimeter
Back on my bullshit, stop it
Comin’ up outta pocket
Think I’m finally sick of talkin’
I just wanna make that profit
Never had no time for no friends
See the red flags like a code red
Cut’em all off that’s at both ends
No more dick ridin’, no trends
6 years in the game still killin’ like I’m Ted Bundy
I been eatin’ for a while but bitch I’m still hungry
Climb myself up to the top and now I ain’t jumping
Had to do some soul-searching ‘til I found something
Remember me just likе the titans bitch I’m still legend
Only timе they speak on me is when they feel threatened
All I bring is the aggression never learned my lesson
But I heard yo bitch just want the alpha, left a good impression
Now you finna finally find out
Final boss, makin’ ‘em strike out
Push up on me then it’s lights out
I need that bag and that’s time now
Crime scene leavin’ no witness
Stay the **** outta my business
Heard that boy runnin’ his lips and…
Cut that boy off with the quickness
Bitch I’ll never be, another face around
And if it’s sink or swim, then bitch I sail around
I’m goin’ off the grid, no I don’t wanna be found
Cause when I’m up and winnin’, only time they come around
Nagasaki with the flows drop bombs like Hiroshima
Keep this Glock for my protection ridin’ with that Nina
Thirty one and handsome bitch I'll probably take your niña
Prowler in the yard I’ll greetcha with the millimeter
Back on my bullshit, stop it
Comin’ up outta pocket
Think I’m finally sick of talkin’
I just wanna make that profit
Never had no time for no friends
See the red flags like a code red
Cut’em all off that’s at both ends
No more dick ridin’, no trends