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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
JS x YD
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Javay Fulton
Songwriter
Demar Rose-Brown
Songwriter
Lyrics
How you mean, how you mean
(Ay BG, run that back)
How you mean, how you mean
(AR Beats)
I push pounds in and out of this coupe (Push that)
I make racks when I slap one shoot (Racks)
My opps dash, why they got one shoe? (Why they dash?)
Them man fake, why they act brand new? (Why they acting?)
And shawty said she wanna slide right through (She won't)
Carti shades on my eyesight too
Party lit when a man slide through (It's lit)
Half a M in my bank real soon (Half a M)
Pull up in the wraith, don't play no games (Buss)
YD put **** to shame (They're washed)
Why do you think that they talk on my name? (Like bitches)
Contraband in my pants, it's bait
I stepped out on my rick on drip (Drippy)
I roll round with my thing on my hip (It's live)
She blow man when I stig this whip
Get the program, we ain't running back shit (No way)
Yo, In this life you ain't gotta rewind or pause (No you don't)
Because when it rain's, it pours (It does)
You live by the sword, then you die by the sword (You do)
I'm breaking it down, texting around
Still hitting that shot even if I ain't sure (Hit that)
I got it on me anytime I'm secure
Aiming for the bus lane coz I ain't insured
And if my place low, then I'm coming for yours
I can't see my haters, the level I'm on
Clearly, I must be blind (Must be blind)
I got racks on my mind
Think pounds all the time, lenging shot's off a bike, that's lime (Leng that, leng that)
Me and him ain't alike, I roll with mine
Not once have I left it inside (Not once)
You only live one life so you best be wise
Before you get licked with bine
If I feel paranoid, man bop wid it (Bop wid it)
No hesitation, I start flocking it (Flockin it)
If we're really outside, got different bine for their head tops
But they're not clocking it
Run it up to the top, non-stop
If I pull up to a spot just now know that I'm dropping it
A buss down German, what I'm hopping in (Skrr)
Harvey Nichols is where man's shopping in
The other side of the grass is greener
They know who I am as I step through the door (They fucking know)
I'm gonna make me a couple M's
I don't need no friends, I need racks galore (I don't need no friends)
Baby blue AP on my wrist
RS on my whip, hear the engine roar
Drop a gear and evaporate (Gone)
I'll elaborate, I ain't stopping for the law (No I ain't stopping)
Have you got yours?
I know I got mine
On top's I'm swinging it live
Mask up, charge up, man I know it's that time (Mmm)
MStig just called for a lick
So we're in and out quick coz it's already lined
Search and destroy, we don't play no COD, but it's kill confirmed if you step out of line
Fine, gang start flinging out bine
Two feet on the ground and my head in the sky
Smoke on the maddest of flavours
Anywhere you see me, I'm on Cloud 9
22 inch tucked under my boxers
When I'm on the maze, don't think I ain't live (I'm live)
Any funny movements, brandish mine
I'm in the cut, double cupped with my slime
You ain't ever had weed shot's waiting a line
Tryna leng this shot but a next one called me (Lowe me)
Told bro give me 15 minutes
The trap phones linging, I'll be there shortly
Bout time **** hang up their boots
Still talk beef and you're gonna be 40 (Jokeman)
Bro took chase from the Jakes, got knicked
He ain't hopping in if the rags ain't sporty
Two twin types, that's Ricky and Morty
Pull up in the wraith, don't play no games
YD put **** to shame (They're washed)
Why do you think that they talk on my name? (Like bitches)
Contraband in my pants, it's bait (It's bait)
I stepped out on my rick on drip (Drippy)
I roll round with my thing on my hip
She blow man when I stig this whip
Get the program, we ain't running back shit
Pull up in the wraith, don't play no games
YD put **** to shame (They're washed)
Why do you think that they talk on my name? (Like bitches)
Contraband in my pants, it's bait (It's bait)
I stepped out on my rick on drip (Drippy)
I roll round with my thing on my hip (It's live)
She blow man when I stig this whip
Get the program, we ain't running back shit (No way)
(Ay BG, run that back)
(AR Beats)
Written by: Demar Rose-Brown, Javay Fulton