Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Aye Ban
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cordell Cross
Lyrics
Nelson Dashawn Davonte
Composer
Lyrics
Alot of shit on my mind,
Got me like fuck it..
See me in public,
Try me I'ma be like fuck it..
Bitch said she leaving me,
I told her go, fuck it...
Warrant out for a ****,
I'm still out like fuck it.
Fuck it, fuck it,
Yeah fuck it.
bitch you know I'm in the streets,
And you know I'm thuggin
Alot of ****'s talking shit,
but I know they bluffing.
Run down on these ****'s they don't be
bout nothing.
Money on my head,
At least that's what they said.
****'s really pussy,
Brah I swear they scared..
No streets cred,
Working with the feds.
They Told everything in court,
Got em in prison beds.
Not gon even lie,
These **** so pie,
Im Chasing cheese,
Tryna make it before a **** die..
Time is money, money is time,
So I need mines
You cross the line, slinging iron when it's go time...
Get off ya ass,
Go find a bag,
Shit be Hella sad.
Hate Cause you is doing bad...
don't like it,
Then switch up ya path
(Get up off ya ass,
Go and find a bag,
Shit be Hella sad.
Hate cause you is doing bad,
don't like it,
Then switch up ya path.)
Alot of shit on my mind,
Got me like fuck it..
See me in public,
Try me I'ma be like fuck it..
Bitch said she leaving me,
I told her go, fuck it...
Warrant out for a ****,
I'm still out like fuck it.
Fuck it, fuck it,
Yeah fuck it.
bitch you know I'm in the streets,
And you know I'm thuggin
Alot of ****'s talking shit,
but I know they bluffing.
Run down on these ****'s they don't be bout nothing.
All that slick talking,
betta be bout that shit.
At ya front door, trying see bout that shit.
Like a bad git,
Told my dog go get the switch
not here to talk pussy ****
Im trying to hit some shit...
Yea im back in this bihh,
Don't ever forget.
use to slide thru like omar,
give me that shit.
If a **** tried to buck,
Then he got hit.
(Hit, hit,),
yeah he got hit.
Said I couldn't do it,
So a **** proved it..
****'s steady hating cause they steady losing.
Get off ya ass, go get a bag
what the fuck you ****'s doing,
(Get off ya ass, go get a bag
what the fuck you ****'s doing).
Alot of shit on my mind,
Got me like fuck it..
See me in public,
Try me I'ma be like fuck it..
Bitch said she leaving me,
I told her go, fuck it...
Warrant out for a ****,
I'm still out like fuck it.
Fuck it, fuck it,
Yeah fuck it.
bitch you know I'm in the streets,
And you know I'm thuggin
Alot of ****'s talking shit,
but I know they bluffing.
Run down on these ****'s they don't be bout nothing.
Written by: Cordell Cross, Nelson Dashawn Davonte