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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mark Gardner
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mark Gardner
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Quintana Mills
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
Ye, you hear me?
I'm not a rat
But I'm tellin' you 'cause I like you
You know what I mean?
Yeah
And, uh, I wanna work with you
But I'm not here to give you information or to do this
I'm here to fuck with you
Ye, I want a chance
I'm not a rat
'Net bangin' fuck **** (Fuck ****)
I ain't got time to politic with you
I got the black truck bulletproof
I don't do text, send bullets through
I got a bitch bad from Medellin
She turn to set up if I want her to (Woah)
I'm gettin' fed up, these **** move federal
If I order seafood, this Oyster Perpetual
I'm in the back at the Louis Vuitton
They know that 'Dog get whatever he want (Ha)
How you got bodies? Ain't jump out the car (Bitch)
Only cop I've ever seen wear a bra
Lil' bro told you, "Keep it in the streets"
Me, I got tired of keepin' it at peace (Peace)
No matter the city, better keep a piece (Piece)
My killers global, Canada to Greece (SLATT)
This **** Giannis, yeah, this kid a freak
He paid her to call and I fucked her for free
'Rari truck cost me a mill' off a lot
And I promise you this shit tearin' up the streets (Ha)
My shooters are terrorists, guns in the V (Grr)
How you outside and ain't nobody see?
You talk like a killer, this shit got me weak
How the fuck you a G and you hide in PC?
I got a date in the back of the bank
In the safe got a hundred racks fresh out a case
He ain't got a hundred racks up to his name
I got a hundred round, why don't we play?
Everyone tellin' me that I'm the GOAT, like I'm thinkin' that might be my government name
Me, I got love for the killers from New York to UK to Spain
They love me the same (Shooters)
'Net bangin' fuck **** (Fuck ****)
I ain't got time to politic with you
I got the black truck bulletproof
I don't do text, send bullets through
I got a bitch bad from Medellin
She turn to set up if I want her to (Woah)
I'm gettin' fed up, these **** move federal
If I order seafood, this Oyster Perpetual
I'm in the back at the Louis Vuitton
They know that 'Dog get whatever he want (Ha)
How you got bodies? Ain't jump out the car (Bitch)
Only cop I've ever seen wear a bra
Lil' bro told you, "Keep it in the streets"
Me, I got tired of keepin' it at peace (Peace)
No matter the city, better keep a piece (Piece)
My killers global, Canada to Greece (SLATT)
You know I'll send a blitz, ****, before I send a tip (Tip, ha)
These rookie-ass ****, get lil' brodie out the whip (Let me out)
I don't want no ice back, ****, that **** would have died with my shit (Facts)
If ten cruisers pull me over, you know I gotta do a bid
Postin' **** pictures, that's big rat vibes (Bitch)
Killer and a streamer, oh, that's big cap 5
Tellin' Ye about The Boy, that's givin' me backdoor vibes (Weirdo)
How you switch up on a **** who got you back outside? (Goofy)
'Net bangin' fuck **** (Fuck ****)
I ain't got time to politic with you
I got the black truck bulletproof
I don't do text, send bullets through
I got a bitch bad from Medellin
She turn to set up if I want her to (Woah)
I'm gettin' fed up, these **** move federal
If I order seafood, this Oyster Perpetual
I'm in the back at the Louis Vuitton
They know that 'Dog get whatever he want (Ha)
How you got bodies? Ain't jump out the car (Bitch)
Only cop I've ever seen wear a bra
Lil' bro told you, "Keep it in the streets"
Me, I got tired of keepin' it at peace (Peace)
No matter the city, better keep a piece (Piece)
My killers global, Canada to Greece (SLATT)
I'm gonna call you in eight hours
But, Ye, you never heard that tea from me, man
And I'll always keep you involved in what's goin' on
I see what's goin' on the Birkin bags
The Tory Lanez songs in the background
Regardless, you know what I mean
That's not how the city looks
We're gangsters and it's like
These little guys that are tryin' to play this little petty game
Can't be puttin' on for the city
Let's talk in the morning though
Alright, Ye
You never heard that from me, Ye, though
I'll talk to you in the morning
Call you in the morning
Mad love, brother
Written by: Mark Gardner