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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
VonOff1700
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Davon D Meeks
Songwriter
Rashon Carter
Songwriter
Gaetano Aliotta
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Honchoo00
Producer
LoneGud
Producer
Lyrics
[Intro]
(Double0)
[Instrumental]
I was gon' get us, mama, I told you
Yeah, free my—, alright, ain't want it to be like this
Alright, uh
[Chorus]
Mama, I told you I was gon' get us rich (You know that, for real)
Two-tone Glock, this bitch match my 'fit (Come on, you know that)
They tellin' me stay out the hood and focus on rap, but I'm tryna go on a hit (I'm spinnin')
For everybody shitted on me when I was fucked up, that's somethin' I'm not gon' forget (I won't, I'm not)
I'm young and dumb, I'm finna go fuck off a hundred just on me and Brick (Me and my brother)
Mama, I told you, I'll do two hundred years before I go out like a bitch (You know that)
They all in my face when shit right, soon as shit go left, them be the first ones to switch (They fake ass)
****, I'm too damn rich to be ballin' my fists, you can catch you a shot out this glick (Bah, dumbass)
Let a **** play with my name, pull up where he hang and bail out the V with a stick (Come here, come here)
[Verse 1]
She treated me like I wasn't shit, now I'm turnt up, I know that lil' bitch sick (Her dumb ass)
On a jail call talkin' to Three, bitch, free my brother, ****, I'm out here lit (Free my brother)
Bounced out on him, his dumb ass ain't get far, we chase shit down like pits (Come here)
I'm up in New York, uppin' a hundred of blues, you think that I played for the Knicks (****, I'm turnt)
I'm finna go buy me a watch, a Carti' or Rollie, I don't know which one to pick (The fuck?)
Went on a hit with a Drac' and my dumb ass missed 'cause that bitch got too much kick (For real, damn)
The nine's too little, the ten too goddamn big, so I'm finna get me a nick' (For real)
His dumb ass died on his birthday, I know he in heaven right now so goddamn pissed (His dumb ass)
[Chorus]
Mama, I told you I was gon' get us rich (You know that, for real)
Two-tone Glock, this bitch match my 'fit (Come on, you know that)
They tellin' me stay out the hood and focus on rap, but I'm tryna go on a hit (I'm spinnin')
For everybody shitted on me when I was fucked up, that's somethin' I'm not gon' forget (I won't, I'm not)
I'm young and dumb, I'm finna go fuck off a hundred just on me and Brick (Me and my brother)
Mama, I told you, I'll do two hundred years before I go out like a bitch (You know that)
They all in my face when shit right, soon as shit go left, them be the first ones to switch (They fake ass)
****, I'm too damn rich to be ballin' my fists, you can catch you a shot out this glick (Bah, dumbass)
Let a **** play with my name, pull up where he hang and bail out the V with a stick (Come here, come here)
Written by: Davon D Meeks, Gaetano Aliotta, Rashon Carter