Credits
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Justice Santos Taitngfong
Songwriter:in
T.j.
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Lyrics
I be in the back with my backpack
Pack it up then eat her out after I pack that
There's a limit, hands off you can't grab that
Hold me close just like a blanket let me have that
Homie told me just to flank him, so we snatched him
The way we do her husband, you might call us carol baskin
Ballin like kawhi Leonard ima make another basket
You Might call me a William the way I use my racket
She all up on my body like a new designer jacket
Open up my own packet , pull up inside of her palette
For those who disrespected me, don't belong on my bracket
And please don't get offended if you not part of the stackin'
I'm using UPS to deliver you what I'm packing.
And is it just amazing how you glazing for a package
You mad cus you ain't have it
I'm talking bout yo talent
Ain't no 21 but you know that I've been a savage
ain't messing with these bitches cus I know they hella average
Can't wait for the day that I wake up, and I'm living lavish
And just like Harry potter, got my haters make'em vanish
Please don't enter my kingdom before you get yo ass banished
My bars just be insanity
Get rid of your own man's and we gon take away his sanity
Picture perfect I paint the perfect picture, I ain't gon use this paint, use his blood in the mixture
Ain't no Arkham knight , you might call me the trickster
The way I write these lines you might call it a scripture
I could throw a dime,100 miles, like a pitcher
I could blow your mind, and put it back like a fixer
I know she steady sucking shi, bitch I wouldn't kiss her
Even if that's your ex , boy, you better not miss her
Keep talking out your mouth, mahn I ain't never cared
Say I ain't showing out, bitch I ain't neva scared
You think that I'm the shit, I just got pain in my glare
But yes I be the jit, I be around when you there
You
Talking all on bro we just gon get you when you there
If you not part of my crew, well I guess you just a square
I ain't no meta, but I'll hit you with this laser.
Electrify that boy, we finna hit him with this taser
After I shoot this shot, it'd be followed with a chaser
Take away his own life, leave him white, like an eraser
And then I bring him back, like I was his own creator
He yappin so much , his mouth bigger than a gator
So please do me a favor keep my name out your mouth
You most def love the flavor, about what you on about
Written by: Justice Santos Taitngfong, T.j.