Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joshua Robertson
Songwriter
Lyrics
(Ryan, what took you so long?)
(Prada did it)
580 Maybach, my bitch got face tats
Sorry, I had to dead you on the tab, it was payback
Feet up, laid back, MBox, play that
If you're feeling some type of way, then just say that
707, now the cats out the bag
710 labs, I'm getting smacked off the wax
Walked through the front door and left out the back
I got G-packs, I can get you pills out the ass
Freeze tag, I can get you caught at the light
Three months of rent, I dumped it all in a Sprite
Ten pints of Wock', I brought 'em all on a flight
I'm a hundred fifty pounds, no, I don't like to fight
Hundred fifty pounds, I put it all in the mail
Bet the whole stash, I put it all on my whales
When I check the chase, went from Queens to the Dale
Throw me in the jungle with a pint and a scale
Big 720, went from LA to Vegas
Fumbled the tab, but I still had to pay it
3K a play, make the bag then you spray it
Three bills for two lines of drank, man, I hate it
Three bands for one pint of Wock' and I bought it
23' M340, but it's matted
Got three mil' on the gram, but it's botted
Box boys, I'm all about my cheese like some cottage
580 Maybach, my bitch got face tats
Sorry, I had to dead you on the tab, it was payback
Feet up, laid back, MBox, play that
If you're feeling some type of way, then just say that
707, now the cats out the bag
710 labs, I'm getting smacked off the wax
Walked through the front door and left out the back
I got G-packs, I can get you pills out the ass
Freeze tag, I can get you caught at the light
Three months of rent, I dumped it all in a Sprite
Ten pints of Wock', I brought 'em all on a flight
I'm a hundred fifty pounds, no, I don't like to fight
Hundred fifty pounds, I put it all in the mail (Mail)
Bet the whole stash, I put it all on my whales (Whale)
When I check the chase, went from Queens to the Dale
Throw me in the jungle with a pint and a scale
Written by: Joshua Robertson
