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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ameer Vann
Vocals
Bearface
Vocals
Dom McLennon
Vocals
Kevin Abstract
Vocals
Matthew Champion
Vocals
Merlyn Wood
Vocals
Russell Boring
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ameer Vann
Songwriter
Dominique Simpson
Songwriter
Ian Simpson
Songwriter
Matthew Champion
Songwriter
Russell Boring
Songwriter
William Wood
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
JOBA
Producer
Kevin Abstract
Creative Director
Q3
Producer
Romil Hemnani
Producer
Russell Boring
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
These **** take me for granted
What would hap' if I vanished?
Bet a hunnid they'd panic
My shooters only speak spanish
Keep my heart with my dogs
Keep my car in the yard
I can't drive it nowhere, so I let you **** take off
[Verse 2]
Seen the shit that they drop
That shit not instantly hot
I give that instant re-bop
That replay value go off
That make my value go up
I keep that bow in my cup
My **** rolling, got the going with a thousand to bust
[Verse 3]
That **** Kevin can't rap
He too sappy with his shit
He don't rep' me with his shit
He on that teenage bullshit
And he 'bout twenty and, shit
When he let go of that shit?
He'll probably be a little colder, y'all agree with me? Shit
That **** need to act his age, he ain't acting like a grown up
Ain't that boy from Texas? He ain't acting like a soldier
Knew that boy in high school, man, that **** wasn't awkward
And I know his mama, man, that **** just a liar
[Verse 4]
Cash don't last, my friends'll ride with me
Keep 'em in my bag, we robbed a limousine
When the guns go pow, won't bother us again
I don't wanna do it, but they keep on pushing me
[Verse 5]
Cash don't mean shit, shit
Cried my last tears, bitch
Cashed my last check, check
Cash don't mean shit, shit
Cash don't mean shit, shit
Cried my last tears, bitch
Cashed my last check, check
Cash don't mean shit, shit
[Verse 6]
Call me king of the ****, I need a crown made of thorns
God said "Let there be light" on the day I was born
Step off the ship with the slaves, then I go hit the stage
I just left in a whip, all I need is a chain
I don't trust no **** and I ain't trust no bitch
'Cause people talk too much, I bought a black four-fifth
And a brand new clip, that's my new best friend
'Cause I'm a brand new ****, in a brand new crib
I ain't sellin' no mo', but got my hand in the zip
Whitey gave me the check, I ain't ask for the fame
I used to deal with the grams till they put the cam on my face
Now I'm evadin' the law, I'm on a high speed chase
I'm in a big ass truck, I tell 'em "Get out the way"
I got a couple of warrants, so I'm leavin' my state
Now I'm in Cali today with the sun in my face
I got a bag of the gas and a blunt I can face
[Verse 7]
How I'm gon' move at your pace? I'm busy setting the tone
You think we running together, I'm in a lane of my own
Don't got no friends in this game, it's me and my brothers alone
They thinkin' that we competin', that shit depletin' my bones
I don't need all that energy, they just fuck up my chakras
I put my heart in a locker, they love me when I'm a martyr
They hate me when I'm myself, I can't barter with that
You watch us chart with these tracks, it's stickin' like tartar and plaque
[Verse 8]
I need a parlor of plaques, need lobsters and helicopters
I need peace for my ****, need darker skin for all my doctors
I like to speak like a scholar, like to think like a ****
In this world I can't wander, no honor behind the trigger
I could get shot in my back and they'll tell the world that I fought 'em
"We ain't taught 'em nothin' new, but somehow they been gettin' smarter"
That's what they sayin' in private, speakin' from that entitlement
We still working for titles and makin' tidal environments
[Verse 9]
Cash don't last, my friends will ride with me
Keep 'em in my bag, we robbed a limousine
When the guns go pow, won't bother us again
I don't wanna do it, but they keep on pushing me
Cash don't last, my friends'll ride with me
Keep 'em in my bag, we robbed a limousine
When the guns go pow, won't bother us again
I don't wanna do it, but they keep on pushing me
[Verse 10]
Fuck, put your ante up, ridin' in the limousine
I'm stuck on some bud I hit under concrete canopy
Fuck all this energy, you just wanna bring me down
Fuck all your energy, you just wanna bring me down
Fuck, put the windows up, blowin' past the exit now
Fuck, like a money shot, swerve into the sunset
Me and all my boys jet, swervin' like a donut
Off, off, off, off, swervin' like a donut
[Verse 11]
****, what?
Pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up if you want to
****, what?
Pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up if you want to
****, what?
Pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up if you want to
****, what?
Written by: Joba, Dom McLennon, Matt Champion, Ameer Vann, Merlyn Wood, Kevin Abstract