Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jared Wetherbee
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jared Wetherbee
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jared Wetherbee
Producer
ASHPELT
Producer
Lyrics
Oh, you thought this was sad?
I'ma take off his head like a hat
Baby, I got the clip to extend and I
Got just one bullet, I don't need the mag
Yeah, we catching him lacking, too bad
Up the nozzle, I aim for his cap
Yeah, he had it coming, there's no point in running
Like, go get a flick with Twomad
I just got my first brick, I had to put it on a chain
They calling me a stripper, up my pole and make it rain
She got me like a zombie, how she giving me her brain
She suck me while I count my money, I said, "How's it taste?"
Like a reaper-in the night-I got on all black when I slide
Put a tag-on his whip-now that boy ain't got nowhere to hide
I don't talk-I just pull-how he sleepin' with none of his pride
I got million-dollar vision-I see cash when I'm closing my eyes
Got a .30-in the Lambo-make it fit like it's a glove
Got your girl-in the lobby-I think she 'bouta fall in love
Told her "money over all," and-now she rollin' with my thugs
She gon' ride me like a coaster and I'm only ever taking dubs
Oh, you thought this was sad?
I'ma take off his head like a hat
Baby, I got the clip to extend and I
Got just one bullet, I don't need the mag
Yeah, we catching him lacking, too bad
Up the nozzle, I aim for his cap
Yeah, he had it coming, there's no point in running
Like, go get a flick with Twomad
I just got my first brick, I had to put it on a chain
They calling me a stripper, up my pole and make it rain
She got me like a zombie, how she giving me her brain
She suck me while I count my money, I said, "How's it taste?"
(How's it taste?)
(Yeah)
(What's happening?)
(Oh shit)
Caught him walkin' alone, that's a bet
He was talkin' too loud on the net
Put the beam on his chest like a rep
Left his homie in shock, couldn't step
I don't speak, I just move with intent
Hit his block, now they all playin' dead
Tried to run but he slipped, now he gone
Ain't no mercy, I shoot then I'm gone
Caught him talkin', now he whisper when I'm near
Ain't no threats, just a look, now he freezing up in fear
Pulled the stick from the coat like a magician in gear
One shot, now his crew is pourin' Remy like a tear, yeah I'm
Movin' like a ghost, but I do not need a mask
Just a hoodie and a grip, yeah, the clip is 'bouta flash
Got a million in my notes, not a bar is gettin' passed
And that chain on his neck? Man, shit, I need that fast, yeah
(Oh, you thought this was sad?)
(I'ma take off his head like a hat)
(Baby, I got the clip to extend and I)
(Got just one bullet, I don't need the mag)
(Yeah, we catching him lacking, too bad)
(Up the nozzle, I aim for his cap)
(Yeah, he had it coming, there's no point in running)
(Like, go get a flick with Twomad)
(Uh uh I had to put it on a chain)
(Uh uh I up my pole and make it rain)
(Uh uh uh she giving me her brain)
(Uh uh uh like how's it taste?)
Written by: Jared Wetherbee