Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
BLCKK
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christian Masters Miner
Composer
Joshua Hamilton
Composer
Scott Adam Maullu
Composer
Lyrics
Yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Uhh
I just bought the motherfuckin' whip, I hit civilian (yeah)
I just had a dream about a couple hundred million (yeah)
Tell me what that issue is again, I wasn't listening (yeah)
Way you motherfuckers wanna act, fucking sickening
Bitch, I am a problem (hah)
You couldn't avoid me and I'm the one employ me (yeah)
Said fuck it, I think I got him
Fresher than a motherfucking, wait a minute, hold up
I'ma take two steps, motherfucker, fall back (yeah, yeah, yeah)
See me outside 'bout it, bet it's all black (bet it's all black)
Drop a fucking mixtape, ship it with the crack (ship it wit the)
Broke for a minute 'til they email me a rack, uh (ha-ha-ha)
Every city, I'm a problem (ah)
Blacking in and out, I'm at the bar with a bitch I just met
And I'm skipping my set
Next morning, they coming at my neck
Said I'm fucking up a check (yeah)
Whipping 150 inside a 15 (yeah, yeah)
I been breaking these bitches since I was 16 (woah)
Said he prolly seen better, whatever that mean (woah)
Her new man wanna see me with a jury 'bout it (woah)
I been thinkin' 'bout killing him, wasn't sure about it
And I could hit that shit again
But what I get up out it? (Yeah, yeah)
She tellin' everybody 'bout it, I don't blame her
She don't know a thing about me now, I ain't the same, uh
Yeah, cut the check
Cut the check motherfucker cut the check
I been killing shit since I was 17 on this mac
I'm a fiend for these racks like it was a bag of crack
Fans always wanna know when new shit is dropping
Spider gang the greatest yeah this shit is never stopping
I been making music for the art never the profit
Fuck all your enemies and pray they never profit
Both hands stuck to a stick like a prophet
Both hands rubber gloves on no cotton
Both eyes on me you better take caution
Smoking so much marijuana I feel like a martian, bitch
I'm josh but I ain't joshing
You ain't doing shit with all that motherfucking talking
All the cameras flashing the second that I walk in
Through the window of my car I can see you walking
Plotting, sitting with my fingers interlocking
How I'ma fuck your mom and put you up for adoption bitch
Your songs got me yawning
Every show I do I get the whole crowd applauding bitch
And when you speaking stop pausing
It sound like you stalling
You are appalling bitch
And when you running stop jogging
Before I pull up on you and take all of your belongings, bitch
Writer(s): Joshua Hamilton, Christian Masters Miner
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