Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Randy Nicholls
Randy Nicholls
Rap
Demond Price
Demond Price
Rap
Tivon Key
Tivon Key
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Randy Nicholls
Randy Nicholls
Songwriter
Demond Price
Demond Price
Songwriter
Tivon Key
Tivon Key
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
V Don
V Don
Producer
Dāvis Strauss
Dāvis Strauss
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, **** can't fuck with me, ****
You know **** in rare form gettin' real money, real bags ****
Real killer shit, ****
Uh, gun in my jeans, eleven hun' for those pants
But I ain't changin' my clothes till I'm done with those O's
I done ran up a stupid bag right under yo' nose
Need another truck for the summer, I wanna go Rose
My **** from Memphis got real cheddars, that **** ate in Tennessee, Will Levis
They say I'm one of the best, but I still don't get real credit
Hope them **** added more layers to they lil' vests
If it's somethin', we'll address it
Hope you gettin' the message
It's a big difference between the big puns and lil' exes
Yeah, big gun leave real messes
Ladies seen this brain splatter that made her throw up her breakfast
We killers, but gettin' this money, my real preference
Remember scrapin' the bowl, tryin' to get the lil' extras
We gon' slide, we gon' spin
Motherfucker, we gon' score, we gon' win
Drum work, bitch
These **** gotta read the room, man
Ayo, Don
Machine, let's give them that chaos
Climbin' this ladder of success
While people are tryin' to swipe at your heels
And shake the base of the ladder, I'm just embracing the data
Downloadin' every critique, whisper hatin' or chatter
These words for you backstabbers that chip the blades of your daggers
Yeah, the vivid rage of a pastor
Retire a scroll book and they'll lift this page in the rafters
When will a slave get to dig a grave for his master
Go farther when you inherit the wicked ways of a bastard
Play ball with the devil and gently you'll cross over
Soon as I found war, they sent me a lost soldier
My thoughts sayin', why be friendly
The Lord knows ya, not a scam
Every time that I envy is foreclosure
Damn, what a flaw to have
One of my attributes, I ignore the past
But when I was hungry, I'd hit your door and dash
Stubbin' as hell, so we gon' finish this
Everything I do, I do it past the point of limitless
Written by: Demond Price, Randy Nicholls, Tivon Key
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