Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Finesse2tymes
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ricky Hampton
Songwriter
Xabian Woods
Songwriter
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Tell me you came with the chopper
Aim it at the **** collar
Tell me you came with some models
Fuck a celebrity daughter
Tell me you came with the chopper
Aim it at the **** collar
Tell me you came with the chopper
[Verse 2]
Yeah, I told you fuck, ****
Finesse 2tymes
Please stay on line
Goin' straight in the mix tape
(That's how you make it, that's how you make it)
[Verse 3]
Tell me you came with the chopper
Aim it at the **** collar
Tell me you came with some models
Fuck a celebrity daughter
Mixin' the act wit the slushy
Baby mama favor Buffy
I pull up all of a sudden (Skrrt, skrrt)
[Verse 4]
American, I got the Russian
You playing Russian roulette
I'm playing run up a check
Whoever thought I was next
Social media a mess
K. Michelle tryna wife her
Shootin' at her with the scope on a rifle
[Verse 5]
White Louis V on the buckle
I'm the Louis V messiah
She like the Louis V piece
I like the Louis V sneakers
I got the boy in the ether
She make you sweat like the preacher
[Verse 6]
She talkin' shit like I need her
She fuckin' me like she need me
Kush and drank in the evenin'
Color purple like Celie
[Verse 7]
I'm ridin' a rental car
The strap in the lap and the kush in the pickle jar
The Draco up under me and all these playas around me
They honor me
[Verse 8]
That hustle that flow money
I got out and came up off the hoe money
You know that's for sure money
I'm still a street ****, cop an O from me
[Verse 9]
I'm smokin' jet fuel, just make your next move be ya best move
You know I stay P'd up
Pull up in fifteen hunnid dollar dress shoes
[Verse 10]
You know that they watchin'
You know that they listenin', but they ain't sayin' shit
And if them **** wanna kill me, my ****
Then why the fuck is I ain't dead yet?
[Verse 11]
Shoot for gold when it comes to the streets
I'm the king when it comes to the east
I'm the prince when it come to the city
I'm up next for a multimillion
[Verse 12]
Pussy ****, tryna blemish my image
Give it to 'em back to back, make 'em feel it
And when I see you out in traffic, my ****, speak to a ****
Better not be in your feelin's
[Verse 13]
I'm what they're waitin' on
We run the city, the fuck they debatin' on?
These **** didn't fuck with me
I got out and came up, now they face long
[Verse 14]
I linked up with Moneybagg
Like I need a hitter, I'm goin' straight in
You know I'm a big playa
I feel like Joe Frazier at the weigh in
[Verse 15]
I'm smokin' Ali, the greatest
I'm a patient servin' patients
I think they feel intimidated
I think it's time for demolition
[Verse 16]
Been in an d out of jail all of my life
So I done got a lil' impatient
These ****, they talkin' 'bout waitin' your turn
Fuck you mean, ****?
I'm finna take it
Written by: Ricky Hampton