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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Neek Bucks
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Unique Herbert
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lijah Hill
Producer
Lyrics
Project ****, I just slept back to four seasons with a bitch that I know from the block Why my homie don't smut on my name when he know that it's four seasons,
he know when I'm not I ain't trippin though,
I'm very observant I know how to play it,
I sit back and watch I've been ballin I just keep on scorin I'm like Michael Jordan, boy,
I cannot be stopped Woo, l
et's go I treat this shit like the flu game On the red carpet in flu games What do these hoes wanna talk about?
How can I kick it like Lou Cain? Jump out the front with my Jews hand I cannot deal with your mood swings Been on the road for like 27 days,
I wanna chill with my boo, dang I was just stuck on the block, any moment could bump into opps If I see him, then I gotta flock, he the one put that shit on my pops I know **** got rich off of pots,
I know **** got rich off of blocks And this failure option is nice, yeah I put that shit on my pops again,
I am saying they not your friends, yeah Pops, I miss you, you're my daddy's son,
yeah You're my daddy's son, yeah When **** be violating, it be always the principal,
never the money These **** be hungry,
do anything for a dollar And that's why I never could trust them, they told me be humble But fuck being humble,
I was humble when my stomach was rumbling I needed help and I thought they was coming I looked around and there was nobody coming I learned to embrace it,
I love it Yeah, 20 bitches on a boat, swerving and they think I'm the man Yeah, he like Young Will,
I be lying, say I won't fuck a fin Yeah,
he ain't plead guilt, beat it in trial, God drew the man Yeah, lil Chinese bitch, she write me down like I'm Ricky Ten Yeah,
I knew them **** since I was a G I knew them ****, they never did shit I'm in LA but I'm never gon switch On my life,
I just Let a snake be a snake, if he snake you once, he gon snake you again Listen, baby, I'ma keep it real with you,
I cannot fake or pretend I put that shit on my pops again,
I am sayin he not your friend Yeah, my daddy's son Yeah, my daddy's son I put that shit on my pops again,
I am sayin he not your friend My daddy's son
Written by: Unique Herbert