Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kenderic Weathersby
Songwriter
Lyrics
Hit the road, catch a pack, make that money back
That's what we did, now these **** see where I'm at
120 in ice and I only got a couple pieces
Pass my nephew , the scrappy he fucked a couple nieces
I blessed a couple teachers, you say I sneezed on em
I keep that 9 Glock tight, Dree Brees on them
I knew shit wasnt right, I put the team on
I stood out like a light, cut the beam on
The heat on, I'm just chillin' like the A.C
I'm all way cool, never let them play me
I had that A+, whoever thought the plan B
835 for a P, they call me KD
No basketball, but in the streets, I call a lot of shots
I am the block Poe, "what the fuck they talkin bout"
Yeah, I'm the hardest in the state, no cap no cap
I sold a hundred pillows, no nap no nap
Just left the hood, I'm at the store shootin' craps
A mini Drake, light skin, low hair
I'm kickin' shit, Robby Gould no bears
I'm in it Drake, light skin, low health
I just pop out for a year, I pop out more than veneers
Tell your bitch to quit the stalkin' before I cross the Kemba Walker
Ayy, ayy, tell your bitch to quit the stalkin' before I cross the Kemba Walker
Hit the road, catch a pack, make that money back
That's what we did, now these **** see where I'm at
120 in ice and I only got a couple pieces
Pass my nephew the scrap, he fuck a couple nieces
I blessed a couple teachers, you say I sneezed on them
I keep that 9 Glock tight, Drew Brees on them
I knew shit wasnt right, put the team on
I stood out like a light, cut the beam on
That's what We did, now these **** see where I'm at
That's what we did now these **** see where I'm at
Written by: Kenderic Weathersby