Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rob49
Vocals
YTB Fatt
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ian Lewis
Songwriter
Mikayel Varosyan
Songwriter
Cavon Paige
Songwriter
Robert Coleman Thomas
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kayn
Producer
Eddie Hernandez
Mixing Engineer
Joshua “Za” Zayas
Recording Engineer
Peter A. Barker
Mastering Engineer
Schife
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
****, this cheese I'm touchin' right now your brother will kill your brother for it
If they know what was in this fuckin' trap the feds would come and swarm it
I already know they heard about me, this a up and faster comin'
****, my city know about me, they know I'm keepin' that dope comin'
[Verse 2]
Yeah, **** this cheese I'm gettin' right now your brother will kill your brother for it
**** be talkin' that killer shit on them songs but they ain't never slump nun
Unc n'em be in the trap, ain't choppin' rocks, they play with Fentanyl
Pop one 'fore my day start, lil' bro hittin' shit like Adolf
Fatt, tell me how you feel, shit, we was just in the hood before the deal
[Verse 3]
They whack my auntie before my deal, don't ask me shit, I'm ready to kill
I can't see these **** in the store, I don't wanna see these **** no more
[Verse 4]
Can't even see these **** at the playoff game, my chair some on the floor
Yeah, ****
Just like Ja, ****
[Verse 5]
Fatt sayin' he don't want the hoe, told him, "Send her here, ****, I'll hit her"
[Verse 6]
Last **** played with this shit, huh, he saw a hospital
He gotta take a shit in a bag, that's how that Glock did him
[Verse 7]
Yeah, them blue hundreds gon' make her pop pussy
Mad my uncle locked up but I'm glad 'cause he's a real menace
Just spent $40,000 on my mouth, bitch, can't talk to me
Fuck gettin' him killed, we buyin' them cars, they don't know who did it
[Verse 8]
Bitch, 200 on my neck, ****, ain't playin' no games, you play with check
[Verse 9]
Hoe better come correct, ****, I'll give you ten, tell me where they at
****, I'ma shoot for three, wherever you catch him, drop, I'll triple that
Pluggin' hard, she let me eat it, hoe, that's a million dollar neck
On my momma
$100,000 dollar car at the white house, Fatt fox Obama
[Verse 10]
I'm 49 Obama whippin' the Lamb' truck like a Honda
Bitch, I'm out my body like an exorcism, I'm feelin' godly
Shake sum, shake sum, shake sum, shake sum
Pussy as **** come shake sum
I been pushin' pounds way out of town, I done got my weight up, ****
Flyin' bitches out, you can bring your friend, shit, I don't give no fucks
**** ain't eatin', As-salamu alaykum to my Islam potna
[Verse 11]
Bust sound like a firin'
Unc be in that kitchen all day whippin' so hard, he broke his hand
Tellin' him when you in that kitchen, "Don't forget to wear your mask"
He say, "Four, go take a five, neph' I'm tryna make 'em stretch"
Written by: Cavon Paige, Ian Lewis, Mikayel Varosyan, Robert Thomas