Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rob49
Vocals
Lil Durk
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Maliki Decampos
Songwriter
Devonte Richmond
Songwriter
Kevin Da Silva
Songwriter
Durk Banks
Songwriter
Robert Coleman Thomas
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ FMCT
Producer
DJ Bandz
Producer
RicoRunDat
Producer
Eddie Hernandez
Mixing Engineer
Joshua “Za” Zayas
Recording Engineer
Peter A. Barker
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I'm just glad I'm still alive 'cause you don't make it out that much
I went to school in high school in 'em hunnids, I had to risk it on that bus
Tried to take a case as a juvenile, they charge me as an adult
Having raw sex with hood bitch, you be discharging for sure
Start to google shit and search the pics, I was hope ain't nothing wrong
I had to get check stubs made, I ain't have a job to get a loan
My lil' daughter doing them hip pics, she be acting like she grown
He ain't fake, tryna get that time back, he ain't worried about no phone
[Chorus]
I ain't worried about nobody, that money coming in whole
I'ma tell him no if it ain't five hundred a show
All the killers, they listen to me, they come to all of my shows
All the bitches wanna fuck Smurk, they come to all of my shows
Yeah, you can't be pulling over, I got Fentanyl all in the car
He got all this bread on him, he in the trenches with the za
He got robbers laying on him 'cause he ain't connected with the mob
If you put your hands on me, you'll be dancing with the stars
[Verse 2]
I feel I'm too deep in this
I'm trying to start a business
They send pounds to my sister's crib
My baby sister think she too grown, she sneaking **** in
And Kay, I still got love for you but that ain't my baby, sister
So please don't never say it again
On my shit, I'm trying to cross my T's and dot my I's
Trapping when I land 'cause I couldn't buy no clothes, but look at now
I was fourteen looking up to killers, Rondo number nine
Wanted to be just like my daddy, trapping hard and selling rocks
Yeah, why you say you solid?
I know you was lying
I kept it hunnid from the start, I wasn't trying
He fighting a fed case but I'm rich so he a flight risk
I miss my big brother but he died, I feel like crying
Touch me, you viral
Neck look like agua
Yeah, I'm a real street ****, I die 'bout my partner
Touch me, you viral
Neck look like agua
Yeah, I'm a real street ****, I die 'bout my partner
[Chorus]
I ain't worried about nobody, that money coming in whole
I'ma tell him no if it ain't five hundred a show
All the killers, they listen to me, they come to all of my shows
All the bitches wanna fuck Smurk, they come to all of my shows
Yeah, you can't be pulling over, I got Fentanyl all in the car
He got all this bread on him, he in the trenches with the za
He got robbers laying on him 'cause he ain't connected with the mob
If you put your hands on me, you'll be dancing with the stars
[Verse 3]
My old house used to flood, now my new house, it got two kitchens in it
Seen a bitch get her ass done and she walking around this bitch different
I done seen a **** nose run, he was sniffing coke from a bitch titties
Granny seen me on a store run, I had a new Glock with a new 50
Rappers get in they chains, thinkin' they'll buy it back for 250
Told the bitch she can kiss me all on my neck but, baby, I don't do hickeys
How you call him your brother but you walk around telling all the dude business?
I told her, "I'm a rockstar, I ain't got no feelings"
[Verse 4]
I'm not dishonest
Snitch to McDonalds
Addy, word to my bottle
Gucci my goggles
Pucci will argue
Head shots go viral
Head shots go viral
Head shots go viral
[Outro]
I ain't worried about nobody, that money coming in whole
I ain't walkin' in no club if I can't bring my pole
All the killers, they listen to me, they come to all of my shows
All the bitches wanna fuck Smurk, they come to all of my shows
Written by: Devonte Richmond, Durk Banks, Kevin Da Silva, Maliki Decampos, Robert Thomas