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Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
karon malcolm vantrees
Songwriter
sydney cornell batie
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
topside_fresh90
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Ain't gon' scale itself
Them bows ain't gon'
[Verse 2]
Aye, this dope ain't gon' scale itself
Them bows ain't gon' mail they self
****, you know I gotta get this wealth
I put a line on the table, tell that bitch it ain't gon' sniff itself
I thought you had these bricks for sale
I pull up on the block, them **** said you ain't got shit for sale
These hoes ain't gon' pimp they self
You hangin' with a snitch, **** you know you a snitch as well
I ain't gon' tell on myself
Them bitches tellin' me to write a statement, I said go to hell
Bitch I'd rather go to jail
I'd rather pop a bar and wake up inside the holdin' cell
This clip ain't gon' load itself
I'ma pull up on yo block, **** this bitch ain't gon' blow itself
I put my foot on the food, it ain't gon' step itself
I put my hood on my back, it ain't gon' rep itself
I can't be cuffin' on these hoes, I can't ham myself
I ain't wait, get the I.D's to scam myself
**** I got these pieces, they ain't gon' jam themself
Lets hit the road, **** these stores ain't gon' scam themself
These strips ain't gon' pop they self
Here, here, go on off, let's see who scrape the pot the best
Let's see who beat the block the best
You know Veeze he the lil' goat, they say his pops the best
[Verse 3]
I'm on the road she gotta fuck herself
Tell Nutty grab another 400 off the fuckin' shelf
Tell the cops that I don't know myself
Make another ten before we head home is what I told myself
I ain't bad, I'm just gettin' Visas
Have Moms pop yo top, give me no reasons
Man my closet lookin' like the last three seasons
Gave me brain all day, I called the bitch genius
A hunnid 90s off 200, I gotta thank Jesus
I paid $1.98 for every two pieces
I paid cash for the whip, I don't do leases
**** why you in yo feelings cause yo bitch creepin'?
[Verse 4]
Yo, I made it happen all by myself
Man, I put **** on even tho, they ain't help they self
Damn right I start to feel myself
Man grab a Pyrex, that dope ain't gon' whip itself
Where I'm from it's every man for self
I'ma be the one to push it, man that **** ain't gon push itself
I make **** wanna kill they self
My bitch brought her homegirl, I fucked em both, she wasn't gon' fuck herself
I lost my mans, she don't know how I felt
Man grab a pop from the store, that Lean ain't gon' sip itself
Pants they sag, I never rock a belt
I slept in spots overnight 'cause them spots wasn't gon' rock they self
Written by: Sydney Cornell Batie, Karon Malcolm Vantrees