Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
L Foster
Songwriter
Yasin Roy
Songwriter
Lyrics
The best to ever do it on that cool shit
Pimp shit my nigga I need a buick
Niggas can't fuck with the team you must be stupid
New me found a purpose you niggas useless
I'm Yeezy boosting I ain't fucking with Laboutins
Still might pull out the Nikes the real spikes
Jordan grapes 5s with the teal on the side
Fine wine spill then we peel in that ride
Cruise control watch for cops on patrol
Got the packs still attached can't let it go
Still pusha tonne if you know then you know
Listening to HOV is you a friend or foe
94 Nasir Jones them with the flow
Illmatic still active catch me on the go
Fuck with the snow O'z around like its Pluto
Fly guy paraglide fuck a parachute though
Mazzatello hammer round lay a coward
Pots swirl around distribute across the town
Knocking out a box we can go a hunned rounds
Summertime shovel snow catch me in a plow
Niggas wonder how we got it poppin' in a drought
Break a damn brick and had it flooding in the south
Stacking up a stack in the back of Mamma couch
Now your bitch on my dick drop it in her mouth
Call me what you want just don't call the feds on me
House of the dead trap kitchen we fed zombies
Carrot or the stick both ways I fed donkeys
Wasn't meant to be a dealer a kilo just fell on me
This can't be my destiny it was just my environment
Hella fiends buying but no jobs Weren't hiring
Everybody screwface no body wasn't smiling
You think I get a kick out being run down by sirens
OK, maybe a little bit
Everytime I sell a brick I still get adrenaline
Cling film and cellotape you know I been a veteran
They come and see me when they need they beef settling
Writer(s): Yasin Roy
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