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Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Robert Hucks Jr
Songwriter
Kevin Woodie
Songwriter
Lyrics
Let me show y'all why niggas can't fuck with me, man
Barbie, let me borrow this shit
Listen, look
Reezzy
Two times
First off, man, these rappers is lame
Lately, only think about how I be changing the game
When I spit up in the booth, you know it's going in flames
I speak the truth, real shit, I got you feeling the pain
I swear, all these drill rappers, man, they sounding the same
Batman voice, next they probably bringing up names
I'm too different, so you could catch me always swerving lanes
The day one's with me, I ain't never switching the gang
Let me cook, fuck it
I guess it's time to flame on
Make the wrong move, one phone call
Get em gone ill slide through your hood, but I probably can't even stay long
When other niggas rap, it's still sounding like the same song
Don't make me reach and swing a arm
You could catch the highest contact like hit from a bong
On top of the state, I feel like Kong
Call up JJ with a problem bet he riding along
And if I'm Ice Cube, bitch, he Kevin Hart
Only niggas valid here, if they was there from the start
Niggas talk all that shit, no bite all bark
Remember days just chilling, young nigga in the park
Mama said, be in the house before I get dark
I ain't never give a fuck
Part demon, at heart
When it comes to rapping, I'm Picasso with the art
Skill-wise, me and you, we are very far apart
Little niggas better learn how to read a room
38, will lift him up and send him to the upper room
Put the metal to his face, now the niggas think he doomed
Better run fast, click, clacc, then you hear the boom
Got his ear ringing on the loudest tune
Bang so loud, that it hit the moon
Start up the engine and start to zoom
Me on any beat, I'm probably shaking the room
Her she said I got the juice, the way I pop your fucking top
I'm just trying to understand why Brody moving like a opp
I'm just trying to get these bands, not really trying to make a panties drop
I was on that corner, I was standing by that candy shop
We really 550, nigga, and we really winning
Told them niggas I ain't want to be in the mix, but they ain't listen
I was focused on the bag that I ain't have, I had to get it
In the stu, now I can brag, cause all my niggas really gifted
Real shit
Little niggas better learn how to read a room
38, will lift him up and send him to the upper room
Put the metal to his face, now the niggas think he doomed
Better run fast, click, clacc, then you hear the boom
Got his ear ringing on the loudest tune
Bang so loud that it hit the moon
Start up the engine and start the zoom
Me on any beat, I'm probably shaking the room
Writer(s): Robert Hucks Jr
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