Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Big Scarr
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alexander Woods
Songwriter
Krishon Gaines
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Amani "A $" Hernández
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Kenechi Ubani
Engineer
Glenn Schick
Mastering Engineer
Eddie Hernandez
Mixing Engineer
Bandplay
Producer
Anthony "Keys" Villena
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Woah
Ayo, BandPlay
Frozone
[Chorus]
Run through the game like I'm cheatin', I ball every season
You **** talk shit from the bleachers
Phew, talk shit from bleachers
My bitch, she bad, she conceited
I cut **** off 'cause they hate and they really be leeches
Really be leeches
[Verse 1]
Regular Glock, but it came with two pieces
Came with two pieces
This life like a puzzle, just pick up the pieces
Pick up the pieces
Say he got motion, but that **** greedy
Them young **** catch you and turn into heathens
Turn into heathens
[Verse 2]
I used to the trap on the block every season
Trap ****, don't give a fuck 'bout the Four Seasons
Fuck the Four Seasons
Straight eight the charger, high speedin' polices (Phew, phew)
The city too hot, take a trip to Tahiti
Trip to Tahiti
[Verse 3]
Water my neck and my wrist, yeah, it's Fiji (Water)
I thumb through a check 'til my fingers start bleedin'
'Til my fingers start bleedin'
Gone off these drugs, I be high for no reason (High, high)
I hit from the back, she be creamin' and screamin' (Creamin' and—)
[Verse 4]
Phew, Hellcat, fuck a Demon (Phew)
We the ones killin', them **** be teamin'
Them **** be teamin'
I went and got me a bag, I know that's why they mad
Or I think the bitch is the reason
[Verse 5]
Ice on my teeth, she can't see when I'm cheesin' (Woah), can't save her
Ho, don't mistake me for Jesus (Woah), I'm player
I just might show you some shit you can't tell
Free all my **** locked up with no bail
Locked up with no bail
[Verse 6]
Uh, uh, narcs hit the spot without ringin' the bell
Ringin' the bell
Flush all that shit and get rid of the scale
Get rid of the scale
I was back on the block when I got out of jail
When I got out of jail
[Verse 7]
They try to get me, but them **** fail
Them **** fail
Pray to the Lord and send **** to Hell
**** to Hell
I hit the road, don't give shit through the mail
With vacuum seal bags just to cover the smell
[Chorus]
Run through the game like I'm cheatin', I ball every season
You **** talk shit from the bleachers
Phew, talk shit from bleachers
My bitch, she bad, she conceited
I cut **** off 'cause they hate and they really be leeches
Really be leeches
[Verse 8]
Regular Glock, but it came with two pieces
Came with two pieces
This life like a puzzle, just pick up the pieces
Pick up the pieces
Say he got motion, but that **** greedy
Them young **** catch you and turn into heathens
Turn into heathens
[Verse 9]
Filled him up with them shots 'fore he felt he was wheezin' (Go)
First time in Vegas, this shit gettin' outrageous
So Icy the gang and we rockin' out stages
Rockin' out stages
Smokin' exotic, my body feel lazy
If I'm on a beat, then you know I went crazy
You know I went crazy
[Verse 10]
Slidin' in some city, widebody Mercedes
Keep talkin' my shit 'cause I know they can't take it
Phew, phew, I know they can't take it
Three hundred racks off of dice on the table
Remember them days when a **** wasn't able?
**** wasn't able
We was just turnin' 'em to haters
It's crazy how **** be switchin', but that shit a favor
(These **** been hatin')
[Verse 11]
Baccarat smell on my clothes and the paper
And rest in peace Dolph 'cause I'm smokin' on flavors
Smokin' on flavors
Straight from South Memphis
We never had cable and mama could barely put food on the table
No food on the table
Now she want her a house in the hills with the acres
[Chorus]
Run through the game like I'm cheatin', now I ball every season
I'm runnin', I'm ballin'
You **** talk shit from the bleachers
Phew, talk shit from bleachers
My bitch, she bad, she conceited
I cut **** off 'cause they hate and they really be leeches
Really be leeches
[Verse 12]
Regular Glock, but it came with two pieces
Came with two pieces
This life like a puzzle, just pick up the pieces
Pick up the pieces
Say he got motion, but that **** greedy
Them young **** catch you and turn into heathens
Turn into heathens
Written by: Alexander Woods, Krishon Gaines