Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Terrell Johnson
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Terrell Johnson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Caliber
Producer
FYE Beats
Producer
Aztro Bynes
Producer
Lyrics
Yeah, I fuck it off, yeah, I fuck it off, yeah, I fuck it off
Yeah, I fuck it off, I make it back every time, ****
Yeah, that **** fucked up, can't adapt to the grind, ****
Hit a play for what he signed, get the check and act a behind
I'm in a two seat with some Peruvian shit on my passenger side
She off 2C, I'm off two gg's, this the best you can find
Yeah, all these hoes for me, but I swear they never was mine
Ay, she hit my phone, I hit her and told her the pleasure was mine
I get fresh as a bitch, ****, I ain't never been to prom
If we talkin' bout gettin' money, ****, that ain't never been a problem
****, get put in his place, he step outta the line
Stackin' this paper everyday, my pops, say take it one step at a time
I ain't gotta say a motherfuckin' word, my **** gon' step when it's time
Remember, I was so fucked up, a **** was feelin' like dyin
Fuck all that shit now, it's pesto risotto whenever I dine
****, on God, we po until we high, we don't measure no line
Name one **** that took somethin' from me, I bet he lyin
When they throwin' your way, can't catch whatever flyin
Some shit I be feelin be hard to describe
I walk around blind, fall off for the lies
Ya know? I'm highly protected, I talk to the Gods
That **** couldn't handle the pressure and then he fell off in his prime
I seen **** switch up for nothin, I think everybody disguised
Yeah, I really just ball for the bitches, but I'm on call for the guys
Won't stall for the family, won't fall for the bitch
I'm callin' up the plug, before I'm callin' it quits
Yeah, I'm clutchin' Gen four, give a fuck bout you ballin' ya fist
Uh, five seals in a month, that was all we could get
Remember all the shit I got now, just all was a wish
Used to walk in our apartment building, it's a hall full of piss
This ho play my songs, said, you talkin' that shit
She pulled down these Givenchy's, start hawkin' that spit
Uh, five hundred M's, I be well-off and that's it
Got on MM6, a **** well-dressed in that shit
Yo **** need some help, he done fell for the tricks
**** must went bankrupt, he sellin his kit
Hopped out, motherfuckin' amphibian whip
The eyes like a frog, but the tail like a fish
The ho call me broke, I just held out my wrist
Bout twenty hoes vs four us, top floor at The Ritz
Way she suckin' me up, I turn to a mint
You try us, we fuckin you up and then claiming it self-defense
This life shit get confusing, I finally learned what it meant
Written by: Terrell Johnson