Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
JeCory Parham
Songwriter
Tyrell Blair
Songwriter
Lyrics
Ayy, this Hoss mane
I'm with my brother, and my uncle, Strap up
Ayy, niggas whipping up in Spanish Pyrex
You know what it is, nigga, check your timex
Opposition booting up, I got on high tech
Homie pouring up and it's that Hitek
Ayy, migo whipping up in Spanish Pyrex
I am from the streets, they full of violence
Alley oop, the dope it's perfect timing
If you booting up, I got on high tech
You booting, I'm booting
I'm winning, you losing
We shooting, you moving
Gun long as a dually
Big Pump, or Lil' Uzi
Get wet up, jacuzzi
I'm up and you snoozing
We living life like a movie
Accumulate a Frank White check
At Tuxedo with the high tech
Rough and rugged like high tech
Diamond ghost around my neck
I care less about your whip gang
Adolph with the nickname
Alley oop, in the big game
In the game good, and the bitch came
We still whipping, we the real hustlers
Swayze that and y'all ghostbusters
Cross once, then it's still fuck ya
So faithful to my real customers
You booting, I'm booting
Unc shooting, I'm shooting
400 like Juvie
Tim Allen with toolies nigga
Niggas whipping up in Spanish Pyrex
You know what it is nigga, check your timing
Opposition booting up, I got on high techs
Homie pouring up and it's that HiTek
Nigga whipping up in Spanish Pyrex
I am from the streets, they full of violence
Alley oop the dope it's perfect timing
If you bootin' up, I got on high tech
Let me suit up and boot up
I was young when I grew up
Sellin' dubs till I moved up
Found a plug, then I blew up
I had to get it out the mud, I ain't know no other way
Addicted to money, I fell in love with catchin' plays
Bitch, I'm a buddy, these niggas back was nine days
All of a sudden, everybody gettin' paid
Gone, takin' out with that cap, probably kept me in a trap
Tryna take me a nap, hit my flip, I think the iPhone tap
My Migos shippin', everything gettin' wrapped
You niggas be slippin', that's why you niggas gettin' lapped
A lot of niggas stitchin' to that shit, I can't adapt
Been tryna kick it, I'ma deal it to the trap
Nigga, you hoopin', I'm hoopin
That mean you shootin', I'm shootin' shit
In the kitchen, we coolin' with more straps than Call of Duty Cuh
Niggas whippin' up in Spanish Pyrex
You know what it is, nigga, check your Timex
Opposition bootin' up, I got on high tech
Homie pourin' up and it's that high tech
Ayy, Migo whippin' up in Spanish Pyrex
I am from the streets, they full of violence
Alley oop, the dope it's perfect timing
If you bootin' up, I got on high tech
Writer(s): Jecory Parham
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