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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
1up Tee
Vocals
STAR BANDZ
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Terrance Brantley
Songwriter
Star Flowers
Songwriter
Amare Steward
Songwriter
Trayvon Clarke
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Pat Swish
Producer
Yungxmare
Producer
Triggmixedit
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Bought my first block at 15
Momma found it kicked me out
Ma I’m sorry but that M&P15 is with me now
I got opps but don’t be tripping ma
They don’t do shit but die
All that thinking that i'm your prey
Click clack pow
Get sent to God
Bae don’t believe em
Them hoes say they fucked your **** them bitches lying
Fits im putting on, on a daily basis
You’d wear that shit to prom
I’m the one
If you thinking about killing mines
You sniffing lines
I want this shit
Fuck working double time
I’m trapped out triple time
We hit that block
Pop pop pop pop pop pop
They kicking up dust
Bitch I’m with Star
Got a AR in the car don’t get sick to the sun
I turn my hundred bands to a hundred M’s yea yea
I give it a month
You know that bitch gon leave or that bitch gon cheat
Better off not giving a fuck
I was still fucking with these **** hoes when I ain’t even have no name
That’s your hoe?
I can see how that’s bout to go
Like that’s so Raven
I’ll blow this bitch this shit fisher, like I’m Cash Cobain
Nah for real I ain’t no chicken tender
Fuck bro and that’s okay
It’s cool you smooth
If I get the chance I’m beating the group
You ain’t my hoe for real I know the deal
So how am I cheating on you
I’ll patch his ass then clean the scene
Hell nah I ain’t leaving a clue
I got pole on me **** back back
Like a pitbull eating some food ****
(Star Bandz verse)
The blick don’t sound like pew it sound like boom
Click clack boom boom boom
I ain’t no silver spoon
And I ain’t broke
I grew up on plastic too
The money coming in like zoom
I came up off check
I’m sitting laying down in a room
I ain’t even paying attention to weapon park
I push the gas it go vroom
When i'm in the car by myself I don’t hit the locks
On god if they open this door they gon die
I don’t play unless they playing first
I ain’t got a problem making his momma cry
Should I get a watch or get some boosts
I got a problem cause I can’t decide
He must forgot bout who I was
I let him go because he fried
They see how I been doing now everybody on my phone
But not right now cause I’m busy
The client call leave me alone
It’s the **** that don’t like me but know what I be on
I got assassins and I shoot like I’m the female Alcopone
I could be in the way but I just stay in my zone
I can explain 1,000 times and they still a get me wrong
I tried to let him slide but now I’m on em like a thong
I stay with them chopsticks like my last name was Chong
I got paper customers that’ll count up these sheets
I’m bout to scaz me the limit
I’m tryna go where I can’t reach
**** want to be done
But that’s not what teachers teach
Momma told me get some money any means
That’s preach
Spending checks it got me dizzy
To the point that I can’t see
And I’m on what yall on
Ask Tana ask Cree
Ask how they know my song
I say that’s because it’s on repeat
I wake up get on my phone
Check my email
Turn on a beat
Written by: Amare Steward, Star Flowers, Terrance Brantley, Trayvon Clarke