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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
G Herbo
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joshua Luellen
Composer
Herbert R Wright
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Southside
Producer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Big Swerve
This shit getting easy, now what time it is?
It's 8:13 A.M., on foenem
[Verse 1]
Ain't been going to sleep 'cause I've been chasing M's
That's the type of time we on, that's the time zone we in
We've been balling so hard, treating weekdays like weekends
Know that money bring envy, that's the life we in
Still charge it to the game and just make dividends
**** think twice 'bout saying my name 'cause they know we spin
If you ain't no real player, stay out the game then
Big Swerve'll fuck her twin, been came trim
Linked in Miami one weekend, spent a hundred bands
Fucking it up, I'm having fun, this shit been coming in
Fuck **** hating can't hate in my face, now they dissing us
**** really hating but he can't show the hate 'cause the **** just hate that his bitch with us
And when you start to investigate that hate, whole time, this shit was sus
If they apologize, you still gotta strategize, keep a pistol tucked
Stay awake, don't believe in luck
80% these **** snakes, don't believe in trust
I can't trust nobody, what the fuck? (Fuck 'em)
[Chorus]
And I keep my can, I'ma up my left hand and dump it (Dump it)
Fans saying I'm in jail, I got on ten chains in public (You know that)
Everybody keep asking me 'bout dumb shit, change the subject (Swerve)
Ten years straight, I fed the streets more than Publix (Big Swerve)
Hop in the drip, I'm always switching the fleet, I'm burning rubber (Skrrt)
Every day, the blogs keep posting me, I'm knowing they love it (They love it)
Yeah, I know I winning 'cause I started this shit from nothing (Nothing)
Eating breakfast and dinner, I keep hot shit in the oven (Let's get it)
[Verse 2]
Monday through Sunday, we let off shells, you know we stuffing them
Sent shots at your bro and them, shit, I was sending shots at my cousin
Grew up with my loved ones, love this four nick', and I love this
G Herbo, my **** rich, and we still on thug shit
Still leave the house with my stick, I gotta get in the club with it
Lil' ho high off the six, she rubbing my stomach but she tried to touch the blick
Every time she come with me, she get what she need, she know I'm having this shit
She don't want nothing but me, said she want to leave, she ready to suck dick
She feeling my energy, I've been a G 'fore I was rich
I'll do a hundred years sitting on my head before I snitch
**** ain't saw 50k, do fifty years behind a bitch
I'm a millionaire, one case ain't shit, I'll probably blow a switch
[Chorus]
And I keep my can, I'ma up my left hand and dump it (Dump it)
Fans saying I'm in jail, I got on ten chains in public (You know that)
Everybody keep asking me 'bout dumb shit, change the subject (Swerve)
Ten years straight, I fed the streets more than Publix (Big Swerve)
Hop in the drip, I'm always switching the fleet, I'm burning rubber (Skrrt)
Every day, the blogs keep posting me, I'm knowing they love it (They love it)
Yeah, I know I winning 'cause I started this shit from nothing (Nothing)
Eating breakfast and dinner, I keep hot shit in the oven (Let's get it)
Written by: Herbert R Wright, Joshua Luellen