Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
OhGeesy
Rap
Fenix Flexin
Rap
Master Kato
Rap
Rob Vicious
Rap
Fenix Rypinski
Rap
Robert Magee
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Branden Dion McNair
Songwriter
LaRon Robinson
Songwriter
OhGeesy
Songwriter
Shoreline Mafia
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
OhGeesy
Executive Producer
Fenix Flexin
Executive Producer
Ron-Ron The Producer
Producer
TK Kimbro
Executive Producer
Beatboy
Producer
Picaso Jeremiah Aubert
Executive Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
After FOX 11 first aired
This story promo
Members of Shoreline Mafia
Posted to their Instagram account
This response
Expletive FOX, we sippin' juice for life
[Verse 2]
Nun Major
We Nun Major
(Beat boy hot beat)
(Beat boy hot beat)
(Beat boy hot beat)
(Beat boy hot beat)
[Verse 3]
I been ballin' out, boy, it ain't nothin' major
I can never switch, I can never be a hater
Tryna hit a lick, you get hit with the lasers
I'm smoking hella pack while I count up this paper
[Verse 4]
Ballin', this ain't no free throw
Got your bitch on my dick, she a freak ho
Pour a six, I remix while she deep throat
Drop the top off the whip but bitch this ain't a Jeep though
Fast whips, bad bitch, you knowing how we go
I'm a migo, I ain't talking 'bout the trio
And the pack hella musty, smell like some B-O
You buying more than one then I might cut deal
For real, that's for real
And the pack hella musty, smell like some B-O
You buying more than one then I might cut deal
[Verse 5]
I been ballin' out, boy, it ain't nothin' major
I can never switch, I can never be a hater
Tryna hit a lick, you get hit with the lasers
I'm smoking hella pack while I count up this paper
[Verse 6]
I been ballin' out, boy, it ain't nothin' major
I can never switch, I can never be a hater
Tryna hit a lick, you get hit with the lasers
I'm smoking hella pack while I count up this paper
[Verse 7]
I be fucking hoes, but it ain't nothin' major
Oh, what, baby, you ain't know I was a player?
Runnin' around the city, think I should run for mayor
Let a bitch choose up, you the type of **** save her, damn
All you **** disappointments
Nut on your bitch, rub it on her like some ointment
Got your bitch on the way, she got a dick appointment
And all my **** finna join
You be worried 'bout a bitch, I be worried bout some coin
Good steak on my plate, you be eating sirloin
Good lean in my cup, every sip I enjoy
I don't trick on a bitch, she a bitch I employ, ay, ay
But she gotta trick on me
Its a fee for the 'Gees, make her G off her knees
I ain't tryna be the P but she begged on her knees
So she run that shit up and run it right back to me, ay
[Verse 8]
I been ballin' out, boy, it ain't nothin' major
I can never switch, I can never be a hater
Tryna hit a lick, you get hit with the lasers
I'm smoking hella pack while I count up this paper
[Verse 9]
I been ballin' out, boy, it ain't nothin' major
I can never switch, I can never be a hater
Tryna hit a lick, you get hit with the lasers
I'm smoking hella pack while I count up this paper
Written by: Alejandro Coranza, Branden Dion McNair, LaRon Robinson, OhGeesy