Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Baby Smoove
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jaelin Parker
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Michigan Meech
Producer
Lyrics
Ayy, ayy, 22, ayy
I'm blowing Gelato right now selling .223s
I want that GLE coupe, yeah the 63
You've been trying for too long but you can't be me
I went way over there just to make some cheese
I can't leave this earth now, I gotta raise my kid
And don't ask me 'bout no verse, you can't pay my fee
Spent a zip on my hoodie, let me drip in peace
Never cried about my pain, that shit made a beast
What I'm doing in the booth, they like, “Find his leash”
I left out at 12 A.M, I ain't get no sleep
Same ****, I don't know why but **** acting different
I was skipping school to make sure my bag wasn't missing
If you got that A1, put yo tax on ****
I need more credit in this shit and that's a fact my ****
It's probably 'cause I ain't really like these rap ass ****
Probably 'cause I'm on the road with packs my ****
On the phone with Ben, he telling me “just rap my ****”
Everything I'm saying real, this ain't cap my ****
Don't be playing with my feelings, shit ain't fun to me
Why you playin around bitch, you know there's one of me
In the car with thirty rounds like they hunting me
I put a bullet in your head, you think of punking me
Said a prayer **** right before I left out
I got tired of playing checkers, this shit chess now
Up the chopper, he won't say it with his chest now
If I feel like you a problem you get X-ed out
I'ma kill it every time Meech on the beat
It's like something wrong with me, I control the beat
Coldest one out the group, she gon' notice me
Meech if you really fuck with me, get these for me
I can't even fuck with **** 'cause they all fluid
My **** had to change the help, they ain't fall through
Shit I turned up on ****, I need all blues
Shit crazy, when I barely ate, I called you
I like AMG Benz's, yeah the big bodies
Said that bitch don't give me head unless it come sloppy
Tell these ****, "Knock it off, can you please stop it"
**** watching what I'm doing then they run and copy
I just took off, I ain't look back
That's your baby but she wishing I'd hit that
**** talking out his neck, I bet he get smacked
I'm in here looking for a belt but when y'all get that?
I'ma always love the money 'cause it stay loyal
The way it's coming out this pint, it's just like oil
Told my son he a king, he gon' live royal
That dick sucking that you doing, it ain't healthy for you
Written by: Barkın Şen, Jaelin Parker, xzane