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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Juvenile Baby
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Isreal Ramon Martell Jr.
Composer
Dimitreus Miller
Composer
Ian Chow
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
X9beatz
Producer
Mitro1k
Producer
Trajuan “Mixedbytra” Jackson
Mixing Engineer
Mark B. Christensen
Mastering Engineer
Daniel Pimentel
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
[Intro]
You know dat, right?
We still gon' get you, boy, you know dat, right?
Shit, I hope you do
Ha-ha, ****
[Chorus]
Some shit just ain't right, that gangsta shit don't match yo' résumé
All these bitches for the streets, she must think I was born yesterday
I ain't tryna waste no time and chill, I could be somewhere catching plays
Instead of feeding the whole team, them **** took a extra plate
Real bosses get shit done and don't speak on it, you know dat, right?
You can try to hide but we gon' seek on you, you know dat, right?
That money get shit touched, for real, but you know dat, right?
These hoes gon' fuck whoever winning, bruh, you know dat, right?
[Verse 1]
This shit be common sense, this shit not no rocket science
I'm riding in a brand new Beamer, this shit modified
I want yo' head, bitch, we ain't giving out no body shots
Them bullets hit yo' skin and burn you like it's IcyHot
I had to grind and get it, I ain't have no fuckin' choice
Them **** all bark, no bite, they just make fucking noise
It's crazy how he say he having, but he unemployed
The plug just dropped off fifty P's, I need a hunnid more
We get 'em in and get 'em too your door, front door service
Can't be a gangsta with no money living with no purpose
I pulled up in a SRT, this motherfucker jerking
I like to finger fuck my pole, jit, yo' blick still a virgin
[Chorus]
Some shit just ain't right, that gangsta shit don't match yo' résumé
All these bitches for the streets, she must think I was born yesterday
I ain't tryna waste no time and chill, I could be somewhere catching plays
Instead of feeding the whole team, them **** took a extra plate
Real bosses get shit done and don't speak on it, you know dat, right?
You can try to hide but we gon' seek on you, you know dat, right?
That money get shit touched, for real, but you know dat, right?
These hoes gon' fuck whoever winning, bruh, you know dat, right?
[Verse 2]
I'm front and center with this shit like, "Lights, camera, action"
I say a word, my **** spin like you turned off the traction
I ain't giving opps action, they just want reactions
Broke **** don't deserve pussy, you still let 'em have it
Shit be crazy nowadays
You don't want no issues with me, ****, stay up out my way
If you ain't worth my fucking time, I'm gon' pull up a hour late
It's like every day my birthday, I wake I'm getting cake (****)
[Chorus]
Some shit just ain't right, that gangsta shit don't match yo' résumé
All these bitches for the streets, she must think I was born yesterday
I ain't tryna waste no time and chill, I could be somewhere catching plays
Instead of feeding the whole team, them **** took a extra plate
Real bosses get shit done and don't speak on it, you know dat, right?
You can try to hide but we gon' seek on you, you know dat, right?
That money get shit touched, for real, but you know dat, right?
These hoes gon' fuck whoever winning, bruh, you know dat, right?
Written by: Dimitreus Miller, Ian Chow, Isreal Ramon Martell Jr.