Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Trigga500k
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Shontavious Russel
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Trackman2x
Producer
Larrence Miller
Mastering Engineer
Ivan Tucker
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
Oh, you havin' motion?
I don't want to hear it, ****, show it
Everything in my left pocket, I'll throw it ****
Aye, I ain't nothing like them ****, I'm really having, I'll blow it
This shit don't get no trimmer and they know it
Yeah, I brought them racks out, I'm finna put it in they face
I know them **** don't like this shit and I can see it in they face
They like, "Trigga, where you been?" Shit, I been staying out the way
All these fuck **** the police, I ain't tryna catch a case, uh
Fuck a ****, I don't need 'em
Still trapping like the 80's, shit, I might go buy a beeper
They don't like me, I don't like them **** neither, uh
I'll rap by myself, fuck a ****, I ain't never need no feature, uh
Stove hot, water boiling
Them crackers hit the door then we gon' flush it down the toilet
If you owe me, better pay me or I'm pushing up extortion
Them **** know I step on shit
Know they been tryna keep it cordial
Tryna score, ****, what you need?
I can serve you off the brick, all sales final, ain't no coming back once you leave
I'm in some shit off Need For Speed
Gotta watch out for the snakes, these **** fake, full of jealousy and greed
Knots in my pocket, shit look like a tumor
When it come to runnin' up that chicken, I might as well be a **** tutor
Trap open, door swangin'
**** thought I wasn't gon' pop it, I don't know what these **** thinking, uh
[Outro]
Aye, I'm the one these **** tryna be
Aye, I'm the one that took that risk, I'm the one that made sure all these **** eat
One foot in the 'yo, the other one in the streets
Outside the trap like The Walking Dead
The junkies ain't been to sleep in 'bout a week
Written by: Shontavious Russel