Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Maliq2.0
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Maliq Martin
Songwriter
Frank Angel
Songwriter
Garvey Collins
Songwriter
Lyrics
(Yeah we) Yeah we from the city and my **** in the booth
And we speaking from the soul so all my **** spit the truth
Trying to get this for our fam but we pulling up in coupes
If a **** talking bland turn his brain all into soup aye
If you talk that shit then i be talking straight to you
My mom made me get a job said i need something to do
Wait mom don't you get it ? do this shit for you
Aye and i always had to get it **** know its nothing new
Bad little bitch you know i bust her wrist down because she cute aye
From Inglewood to Rancho because my dreams what i pursue aye
I just blessed a bitch just like a **** said ahchoo aye
But bitch don't hit my phone because a **** in the studio
I got all of these problems trying to run up inside my head
Said I'll do it for her said i don't care if i end up dead
I'd do anything to have shorty other side of my bed
And i make my own moves so please don't try to take my cred
Try to take my value cause they ass on sale 99 cent
They say i’m cooler than a air conditioner so let me vent
Put me in they shoes i walk around but they don’t seem to fit
Lift me up and put me high no future room for my descent
Aye Hold up back up watch the mac truck it’s pulling in
Me my **** stack up aye wrap up when you put it in
Pouring up the half cup it’s filled wit fizzy not the red
Damn my stomach backed up i patch up going to take the meds
I be catching Z's I'm like the Florida police
Trent wood out in Noland's had to Fleur-de-lis my piece
Pocket rocket on me don't want war i pray for peace
But hard times make strong men and strong men always make the week
I been kicking back all week
This a rager century
I got bitches to give me money
They get no bread off me
One shorty from Tahiti she needy and not to easy
One shorty from the churches you know that she'll do you greasy
I got too many people trying to come up onto my flow
They thought they were deep but they couldn't make it through my bones
Tried to come up with the creep but they creeping up way too slow
I started barking at them bitches dog i smelled them through my nose
Leave they trail behind its evident **** is moving sloppy
When i leave my trail it’s evidence **** ride Kawasaki
Me my **** be lifting weights so we be looking real stocky
Actin up in my face and i’ll give you hands like i’m rocky
Starting waves like i’m mako while all you **** be copies
I’m tryna fly to barbados play in the water wit shorty’s
Stack up my money like legos uhh yea yo shit looking rocky
Mold-able booty like play-doh i fell in love wit her body
She got me feeling amazing i’m walking round and looking jolly
Shorty said she like to smoke watch anime and sip sum saki
Don’t want no kids wit this girl can’t be attached to no mommy
Im going to ride wit my **** so later hoe you can call me
Written by: Frank Angel, Garvey Collins, Maliq Martin