Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Marv
Songwriter
David Jose Migueles
Songwriter
Lyrics
(Young Marvin in his hay)
Yeah, woah, woah
Straightdizzy
She stressin' cause I gotta go
I tell her to pack it and go
Bust down wrist get froze
That's all that she knows
Focus on cash nothing more
Like I gotta pack it and go
Bust open the pack and I'll roll
Don't test me you'll buckle and fold
Yea I gotta go
Tell that bitch I gotta go
Tell em' all I gotta go
Don't care cause I gotta go
Pretty women wanna talk to me
Little bitches gotta go
Cause if a bitch can't even talk to me
She can't even get the pole
Cuz she acting kinda slow
Sorry girl, I gotta go
I cannot be talking to hoes
They drag you right down to the floor
This be the truth nothing more
Marv sent the beat
To hit it with heat and
He ain't even let me know
That's how you know that you a pro
When the plug don't even need to talk
And the MC knowing how to flow
This music be all that I got
Stop trippin' and start to compose man
She stressin' cause I gotta go
I tell her to pack it and go
Bust down wrist get froze
That's all that she knows
Focus on cash nothing more
Like I gotta pack it and go
Bust open the pack and I'll roll
Don't test me you'll buckle and fold
She stressin' cause I gotta go
I tell her to pack it and go
Bust down wrist get froze
That's all that she knows
Focus on cash nothing more
Like I gotta pack it and go
Bust open the pack and I'll roll
Don't test me you'll buckle and fold
Yea I gotta go
Tell that bitch I gotta go
Tell em' all I gotta go
Don't care cause I gotta go
Yeah
I am a boss, no need for some henchmen
I don't need to floss
Cause my mind is expensive
You wasting my time don't ask for a spot
And need an extension
If you talkin' to cops
About what I got
I'm beatin' you senseless yeah
Then beatin' the sentence yeah
Shit you don't comprende yeah
My passion, my hustle, my music
You tryna' end it yeah
If you come for my head
You ending up dead
Unless you gon' end it yeah
Ain't heard what I said
You slipping again
I'm coming with vengeance yeah
Tell that bitch I gotta go
Yea I gotta go
Tell that bitch I gotta go
Yea I gotta go
Hey
Riding the beat I come with the heat
Y'all know Young Marv coming to eat
Starving I'm hungry OG kush junky ah
Jumpin' in crowds
I don't mind when the road feeling bumpy nah
Nigga I get funky you, hear the keys no bumping nah
Snow bunnies roaming around yeah they feelin' it
Came equipped with their fucking hearts
But I'm just ripping it
I gotta go, gotta go fast
Chasing this money this paper
Gotta get my, business straight yeah
Put em' all on the caper huh
Damn
This that baritone shit you niggas didn't even know
Marv had the talent from the floor I get it out the door
Bring it from the mud
I'm planting all you bitches like some trees
Smoke you then I roll you in a paper pass it to my g's
She stressin' cause I gotta go
I tell her to pack it and go
Bust down wrist get froze
That's all that she knows
Focus on cash nothing more
Like I gotta pack it and go
Bust open the pack and I'll roll
Don't test me you'll buckle and fold
She stressin' cause I gotta go
I tell her to pack it and go
Bust down wrist get froze
That's all that she knows
Focus on cash nothing more
Like I gotta pack it and go
Bust open the pack and I'll roll
Don't test me you'll buckle and fold
Yea I gotta go
Tell that bitch I gotta go
Tell em' all I gotta go
Don't care cause I gotta go
Writer(s): David Migueles, Marvin Ceron
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