Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Moses Johnson
Songwriter
Samuel Bunch
Songwriter
M Sainmelus
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Samuel Bunch
Recording Engineer
29millions
Producer
Lyrics
First off fuck your bitch and the click you claim
Let me show you a trick I hop up out this bitch with aim
Masked up toting a stick trying to split your brain
Catch up you niggas late I got the gift of game
I spit the flame but nigga I be really trying to cool it though
These niggas they be rapping about it I really do it though
Hit the spot and I be trapping up out it you don't know who I know
Put my city on the map and I got it popping in who they know
Papi bring them bitches in yup by the truckload
I don't break them bitches down bitch I move the elbow
I just seen my lil bro lose two hundred elbows
Papi double back cause he know it's on commando
I'm with Vandam but this ain't no blood sport
I'm with John wicks but this aint Keanu tho
And I'm Bowe jack but ain't no running back tho
Go ahead tell the dj run this back tho
Fly boy Haitian Leroy
Coming for your spot bitch nigga just give up
You ain't gotta talk we ain't cool this a stick up
Making all moves with out me you wouldn't be none
Ima big dog and my bite real vicious
My dawg from cross town hit me up for the glitzy
Please don't tempt me
Ima send em off come back beheaded decapitated
Youngin out the hood kill rats just for fun
Me and Bowe Jack Vandam grab the gun
Nigga one cock it pop it cause I already got it loaded
They tried to stop it and block it soon as I got it I done scored it
I grabbed a pint and I popped it
Grabbed a cup and then I poured it
I got a ounce and I chopped it hit the block and then I sold it
Ah slide on a opp let's go
Ah pull up on your block let it blow
Skipping class pop a class nigga you know how we roll
Get a bag make a bag that's the only thing we know
It's a spill in the streets in the right lane
Always get his man
I'm the man I'm the clean up man
Stay dangerous you know bodyslam your people
Dee slid through like evil knievel
Pooh outside and he waiting on a sequel
I press the button press the button he'll delete ya
She deleted all my ho's off the gram I had to add em again
I just told my nigga that's a bodyslam and I'm tagging him in
Every time she tell me I ain't finna cam then it happen again
I just tell a bitch I am who I am I just happen to win
Then again you know I don't like lose
Fuck your sister and your friend you know I don't like to choose
Hit your block spend the bend you know I don't like to cruise
Pop your top get in the wind better not get confused
Fuck her twin pop a twin you know I get shit confused
We the ones born to win don't get that shit confused
Young Spro Vandam give a nigga the blues byob asn yea that be the crew
Selavie papi gang big bro what it do
Fifty racks hundred racks counting all these blues
Acrobat with the pack making money moves
Niggas cap in they rap until they make the news
Ah I don't just want mine I want they money
Ah I don't want night time I want day money
I don't even need another line this first take money
I won't even tell her that she fine I got that I'm straight money
I ain't the nigga to wait in line I got that fresh out the gate money
Writer(s): Moses Johnson
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