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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
BigXthaPlug
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
William B. Shelby
Songwriter
Krishon Gaines
Songwriter
Stephen Shockley
Songwriter
Leon Sylvers III
Songwriter
Xavier Landum
Songwriter
RoDarrion Harrison
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Charley Cooks
Producer
Bandplay
Producer
Brandon K Johnson
Mixing Engineer
Rich Keller
Immersive Mixing Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
(Ayo, BandPlay)
Ayy (let the BandPlay)
I just went bought a watch wit' a whole lotta diamonds to show all these niggas it's my time
Took a trip out to Cali' to hang wit' the Crips, make a play, and get high off that zaza
I say RIP Kobe, a nigga so fly, when I ball, I'll fuck around, skydive
So much chicken on me, coulda went bought a Williams, a Rudy's, a big-ass Popeye's
In a whole different bracket, this life is immaculate
If you hit me for 'bows, then you know that I'm taxin'
Keep buyin' clothes, that shit still in the packages
If he say that he robbed me, he cappin' then
Really know niggas throw sevens like Kaepernick
You not blind, then you see that we havin' it
Known in my city, so no, I'm not average
Came a long way from dope in the cabinet
Niggas know that I step (uh-huh), and the gang that I rep (uh-huh)
Went to Solomon, iced out the ten, put 600 on all of our neck (uh-huh)
Paid in full like Mitch (mhm), really havin' this shit (mhm)
Got off of that step, started rappin' and six months later, I'm rich (mhm)
Nigga know I'm a stepper, I step wit' some elegance
All these niggas I'm wit' is some felons
And strapped wit' a post, so I hope that you Heaven-sent
If they spin, make 'em wish that they never spinned
Most of these niggas is hoes, they be tellin' it
Man, I'm finna take over, I'm stampin' it
How you bang this? Hit that cell and ain't reppin' shit
Left your dog in that rain and ain't help wit' it
How is you solid? You ain't never dealt wit' it
You see, me, I come different, I'm blessed wit' it
Went got the Rollie, it go wit' my necklace
30 for both, you could die if you mess wit' it
Can't do the show if it don't got a check wit' it
These niggas po-po, I swear they irrelevant
Hatin' like I don't know, that's really jealously
Knowin' they mad that they no longer next to me
Niggas know that I step (uh-huh), and the gang that I rep (uh-huh)
Went to Solomon, iced out the ten, put 600 on all of our neck (uh-huh)
Paid in full like Mitch (mhm), really havin' this shit (mhm)
Got off of that step, started rappin' and six months later, I'm rich (mhm)
Writer(s): Charles Forsberg, Krishon Gaines, Stephen Shockley, Xavier Landum, Leon Sylvers Iii, William Shelby, Rodarrion Harrison
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