Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
B Val
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Robert Harris
Composer
Brandon Valyan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brandon Valyan
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Yeah
She a shooter cold like Caitlin Clark
Told BR this beat too hard
They ain't wanna see me shine now they rewind like DVR
New girl wanna get away we'll probably fade to the DR
Ol' girl had to get away I bet she ain't gon get too far
Niggas thought they got away, them Jimmy's came and sent 'em off
Talking 'bout they slept on
Nigga you just soft
My young boys got them masks on and them sticks like they play lacrosse
Trying to find a better way open heart pray to the cross
Blessings keep on coming in, guess them prayers is paying off
Jesus piece around my neck Christian Dior and Saint Laurent
Watched over by Palm Angels you mess with me you feel the Fear of God
Posted up in Anaheim they trying to ballpark what I make
Grand slams for the Four 'nem I'm eating up at home plate
Niggas from my side throwing signs some things we don't say
Ain't whippin' work worried 'bout me we'll rob you for yo bass like
Come through with the check
My dogs just too sick cause they stay in a 'Vette
Once I'm on commercials no commercial I need a jet
Not a lot that'll kill me but I'll die bout my re-
Yeah
Gon tell me what's next
When I make it to the top you would probably think we had skipped steps
Niggas still couldn't beat me if I told 'em how in depth
Really got it off the muscle yeah I maxed out my reps
Writer(s): Robert Harris, Brandon Valyan
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