Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Steven Drake Edwards Jr
Songwriter
Lyrics
I ain't never had a brick, but I probably sold ten
Trappin' in my Caterpillar its fighting off this cold wind
I pray to God every day, knowin' that I'm gon' sin
I know he lookin' down on my ass like, here we go again
Yo, bitch seen me out and told me smile, I hit her with a grin
**** notice me from rappin' now, they be like, yo, Bin
Be happy as fuck, jumpin' off that bus just knowin' they gon' spin
Fit cost a couple thou, won't take it off till I see ten
They say it ain't no I in team, but ****, it's a I in win
It's only so long a fake gangster **** can pretend
You better think before you do, they sendin' **** to the pen
They gave my **** Johnny five, but he end up doin' ten
Monya waiting on a appeal, he damnear coming home again
Me and 23 love dirty Sprites, that's my evil twin
I told Baby J when he come home, I'm showin' him how to blend
We gon' be like Mitch and Ace, ten days, come matching Benz
Monkey ass **** see my buffs, what's that kinda lens
Every **** hatin' on me now, used to be a fan
**** wake up playin' with these hoes, I play with pots and pans
I just made a dog ass play, let me hit my dance
Louis Vuitton ain't make that, ****, that ain't come from France
**** tryin' too damn hard to get in bitches pants
I caught a case at fourteen, a **** told his name was Lance
Bitches that don't suck dick right can't get a second chance
Yo' pussy come with foul play, bitch, I'm pullin' up my pants
It's some **** out here press for pussy, but bitch, I ain't that man
Back in the day, I was a stick-up kid, but now I move the sand
Yeah, I'm in the V now, but I still get it in the land
I ain't never had a brick, but I probably sold ten
Trappin' in my Caterpillar, it's fightin' off this cold wind
I pray to God every day, knowin' that I'm gon' sin
I know he lookin' down on my ass like, here we go again
Yo' bitch see me out and told me smile, I hit her with a grin
**** notice me from rappin' now, they be like, yo, Bin
Happy as fuck, jumping off that bus just knowing they gon' spend
Fit cost a couple thou', won't take it off till I see ten
I swear to God
My mom's was like, who was the black boys you was with
I said, those are my buddies
No, Kevin, those were drug dealers
Written by: Steven Drake Edwards Jr