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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bossman Dlow
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Devante McCreary
Songwriter
Augusto Palmarini
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Palma
Producer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Bossman Dlow, the Big Za, ****
Big gas, ****
Know what I'm sayin'?
Fuck about y'all, I want Benjamins
I pulled up on you, ****, like some Timberlands
Everybody slime or a gremlin
Then be tellin' when its time for sentencin'
Big Za, aye
[Chorus]
Catchin' these plays, I don't catch bodies
I pop a Perc', I won't pop Molly
Thirty-two hundred my right pocket
Ain't arguin', bitch, I don't like toxic
Baby, come fuck me, I'm fiendin'
I got racks, give a fuck if you need me
Hit that bitch with the lil' Michael Beasley
I put on for my city like Jeezy
[Verse 1]
Aye, I'm sorry for the wait like Weezy
And they only call when they need me
Pray to God but I hang with some demons
Don't up it if you ain't gon' squeeze it
In my city, you stay in yo' lane and go get it
Get flipped for just tryna be greedy
I ain't wastin' no time, my chin on the ground
I see thousands of dope in my beanie
[Verse 2]
Bad bitch, she gon' act up if she don't get her way, huh
Junkie beatin' the trap up, they spend they last on yay
She say "Dlow, I been callin' you' you been trappin' all day"
I don't wanna feel like I'm stalkin' you, but I ain't got time to wait, aye
[Verse 3]
I told my lil' bitch, "Hurry, gotta catch my power play"
Aye, **** just like Steph Curry, just crossed me in my face
When I blow up, don't jump on the bandwagon
I grew up addicted to transaction
Bitch, I been silent, my hand tatted
I'm taxin', bitch, I'm Uncle Sam daddy
'Member when I wasn't even that ****, them bitches would sit there and laugh at me
Ran it up quick and he broke as a bitch
Only motion he got when he playin' Madden
Walk in the party, I'm clutchin' the .40
This big bitch here got my pants saggin'
I'm finna go dummy, I'm countin' old hunnids
I jumped out the truck smokin' grandaddy
[Chorus]
Catchin' these plays, I don't catch bodies
I pop a Perc', I won't pop Molly
Thirty-two hundred my right pocket
Ain't arguin', bitch, I don't like toxic
Baby, come fuck me, I'm fiendin'
I got racks, give a fuck if you need me
Hit that bitch with the lil' Michael Beasley
I put on for my city like Jeezy
Written by: Augusto Palmarini, Devante McCreary