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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ameer Vann
Vocals
Bearface
Vocals
Dom McLennon
Vocals
Kevin Abstract
Vocals
Matthew Champion
Vocals
Merlyn Wood
Vocals
Russell Boring
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ameer Vann
Songwriter
Dominique Simpson
Songwriter
Ian Simpson
Songwriter
Matthew Champion
Songwriter
Russell Boring
Songwriter
William Wood
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
JOBA
Producer
Kevin Abstract
Creative Director
Q3
Producer
Romil Hemnani
Producer
Russell Boring
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
These niggas take me for granted, what would hap' if I vanish?
Bet a hunnid they'd panic, my shooters only speak Spanish
Keep my heart with my dogs, keep my car in the yard
I can't drive it nowhere so I'll let you niggas take off
Seen the shit that they drop, that shit not instantly hot
I give that instant re-bop, that replay value go off
That make my value go up, I keep that bow in my cup
My niggas rollin', got that goin' with a thousand to bust
That nigga Kevin can't rap, he too sappy with his shit
He don't rep me with his shit, he on that teenage bullshit
And he 'bout 20 and shit? When he let go of that shit?
He'll prolly be a little colder, y'all agree with me? Shit
That nigga need to act his age, he ain't actin' like a grown up
Ain't that boy from Texas? He ain't actin' like a soldier
Knew that boy in high school, man, that nigga wasn't awkward
And I know his mama, man, that nigga just a liar
Cash don't last, my friends will ride with me
Keep 'em in my bag, we robbed a limousine
When the guns go pow, won't bother us again
I don't wanna do it but they keep on pushin' me
Cash don't mean shit (shit), cried my last tears, bitch
Cashed my last check (check), cash don't mean shit (shit)
Cash don't mean shit (shit), cried my last tears, bitch
Cashed my last check (check), cash don't mean shit (shit)
Call me king of the niggas, I need a crown made of thorns
God said, "Let there be light", on the day I was born
Step off the ship with the slaves, then I go hit the stage
I just left in a whip, all I need is a chain
I don't trust no niggas, and I don't trust no bitch
'Cause people talk too much, I bought a black fo'-fifth
And a brand new clip, that's my new best friend
'Cause I'm a brand new nigga, in a brand new crib
I ain't sellin' no more, but got my hand in the zip
Whitey gave me the check, I ain't ask for the fame
I used to deal with the grams, 'til they put the cam on my face
Now I'm evadin' the law, I'm on a high-speed chase
I'm in a big ass truck, I tell 'em get out the way
I gotta couple of warrants, so I'm leavin' my state
Now I'm in Cali today, with the sun on my face
I got a bag of the gas, and a blunt I can face
How I'm gon' move at your pace? I'm busy settin' the tone
You think we runnin' together? I'm in a lane of my own
Don't got no friends in this game, it's me and my brothers alone
They thinkin' that we competin', that shit depletin' my bones
I don't need all that energy, they just fuck up my chakras
I put my heart in a locker, they love me when I'm a martyr
They hate me when I'm myself, I can't barter with that
You watch us charter these tracks
It's stickin' like tartar and plaque
I need a parlour of plaques, need lobsters and helicopters
I need peace for my niggas, need darker skin for all my doctors
I like to speak like a scholar, like to think like a nigga
In this world I can't wander, no honor behind the trigger
I could get shot in my back
And they'd tell the world that I fought 'em
"We ain't taught 'em nothin' new"
"But somehow they been gettin' smarter"
That's what they sayin' in private, speaking from that entitlement
We still workin' for titles and makin' tidal environments
Cash don't last, my friends will ride with me
Keep 'em in my bag, we robbed a limousine
When the guns go pow, won't bother us again
I don't wanna do it but they keep on pushin' me
Cash don't last, my friends will ride with me
Keep 'em in my bag, we robbed a limousine
When the guns go pow, won't bother us again
I don't wanna do it but they keep on pushin' me
Fuck, put ya ante up, ridin' in the limousine
I'm stuck on some bud I hit, underground, we can't compete
Fuck all this energy, you just wanna bring me down
Fuck all your energy, you just wanna bring me down
Fuck, put the windows up, blowin' past the exit now
Up like a money shot, swerve into the sunset
Me and all my boys jet, swervin' like a doughnut
Off, off, off, off, swervin' like a doughnut
Nigga, whaaaat?
(Pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up if you want to)
Nigga, whaaaat?
(Pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up if you want to)
Nigga, whaaaat?
(Pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up if you want to)
Nigga, whaaaat? Y-yo
Writer(s): Dominique Simpson, Isaiah Merriweather, Matthew Garrett Champion, Romil Hemnani, William Anku Kraka Mawuli Ando Wood, Ameer Vann, Jabari Manwarring, Clifford Simpson, Russell Evan Boring
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