Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Surg1
Performer
Js Kayden
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Surg1
Songwriter
carlos bermudes
Songwriter
Js Kayden
Songwriter
Kayden Blount
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Surg1
Producer
Lyrics
Woah, woah (Yeah)
I'm boutta run it up, fuck it (Woah, woah)
Yeah, aye
I'm boutta run it up, and I get the mofuckin' bag (Woah, woah)
You runnin' out of luck, watch out (Woah, woah)
'Cause you about to mo'fuckin' crash
I'm boutta flock with the birds (Woah, woah)
Arrive in time when I mofuckin' land
Whatever I go, let that shit rip (Woah, woah)
Bangin' that shit til I can't
I just be mofuckin' glidin, I'm boutta flock 'em (Woah, woah)
Haters, they always be slidin', fuck 'em (Woah, woah)
Showing up uninvited, I feel like Matan Even (Woah)
This is my mofuckin' season (Woah)
Don't give a fuck what you dreamin'
Whatever's the case, you reachin' (Woah, woah)
But you don't even fuckin' mean it
Makin some racks, I be creamin' (Woah, woah)
Perky some beans, I'm geekin'
I just be sitting around and pounce til I'm out of my head
I be thinkin' (Woah, woah)
I'm a disappointment for some reason
Reach to the top, whatever I'm reachin'
And I cannot stop, forever my season
And if I stopped, I be a quitter
But shit, ain't no one gon stop, so I'm gon be the winner
Catch up with my hope (Woah, woah)
Bless that shit like a Pope
But damn like I don't know (Woah, woah)
I just go make that shit blow
I'm boutta run it all down (Woah, woah)
I'm boutta take that money
But I might plead the fifth (Woah, woah)
But I got no fucks to give
Kayden on the beat know I'm not gon miss
Talking down crazy, then his block gon spin
Me and Surg looking for some fucks to give
We know you a hater, you ain't got nothing
How he talk down and then he forgive
Stay to yo word, guess you not like this
Y'all niggas be fed, don't worry where I been
These niggas make me chuckle, just a little slight grin
Music shit light just be making these sounds
See a bad bitch and I tell her turn around
Yes, I'm on top so just give me that crown
These niggas out of bounds while I'm in 5th round
My nigga got blood, but he not a hound
I'm making this bag it's weighing a pound
Niggas be corny all I see is a clown
We got him on the ground and now we surround
Flipping this shit like we up in the kitchen
Y'all niggas be talking, I see sneak dissin'
Pot and a pan how this shit clickin'
Yes he was talking, now he out of commission
Cook this shit up like we frying and fishing
He say he a gangster, but that hit not pitching
Yes I'm spitting these bars they chefs kissing
He got empty threats they just like hissing, bitch
Yuh, KDS shit, gang
Woah, woah
I'm boutta run it up, fuck it (Woah, woah)
Yeah, aye
I'm boutta run it up, and I get the mofuckin' bag (Woah, woah)
You runnin' out of luck, watch out (Woah, woah)
'Cause you about to mo'fuckin' crash
I'm boutta flock with the birds (Woah, woah)
Arrive in time when I mofuckin' land
Whatever I go, let that shit rip (Woah, woah)
Bangin' that shit til I can't
I just be mofuckin' glidin, I'm boutta flock 'em (Woah, woah)
Haters, they always be slidin', fuck 'em (Woah, woah)
Showing up uninvited, I feel like Matan Even (Woah)
This is my mofuckin' season (Woah)
Don't give a fuck what you dreamin'
Woah, woah
Woah, woah
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