Credits
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Odjkni Simmons
Songwriter:in
Bobby G
Songwriter:in
Lyrics
Look fresher than most
Get you a dose
**** wanna press the best
Like they was testing a mold
Ain't wanna see me in the game
But now I'm breaking the code
In a mode, the type of switch I got should get me the road
Don't be bold , and pop that shit a lot I aim for you nose
It get cold, with every single drop the boy make it snow
Hope ya know
I give it all I got I mean every bone
it's in stone
I took it to the district and got it in chrome
Back at home
I got some shooters that been tryna get on
That ain't afraid to let shit sing if you start changing your tone
I get phone calls from home dogs
lock down and on they own dog
that's should be enough for me to go off
Atlanta Breed
Show off
How he get the flow off
I did it all alone in this game this ain't co-op
Tell me where's you fame , you a lame
you got no ops
I came off of trains where we know names from the door knocks
My basquiat dreams looking the same as the hoop ones
It's all in the paint but don't hit no vein when you shoot one
Ryan Scheck, if I'm on the grind I ain't taking steps
Break ya neck, bust a rhyme and now I got you all in check
Check check check the microphone killer
Nobody realer
Serving more gas than your dealer
Feeling like sonic
Me with no rings is like seeing snoop without his chronic
I copped a Drake and now the new nickname is Adonis
For goodness sake what does it take to get what I was promised
My lives at stake, so ain't no breaks and I ain't driving modest
I find a way cause any day you can die without it
Don't think you thought about it
Fresh off the boat
Straight to the ghost
You can tell I can't dance the way I step on y'all toes
I put the barrel to ya bean and make the glocky the rose
And turn the table on ya team like I locked in Dos
Boy you toast
You burnt out
You can't come close
What are those
You stepper ?
No you ain't
They all know
Yea she chose
Cause I let her
Thinks it's better
If you go
And stack ya cheddar
Cause I see your gross is looking really gross
Let's switch the flow like hardwood is better than the carpet
You want **** to purchase then you gotta hit ya target
I promise it ain't worth it
I'm the type to leave you starving
Turn ya back against the boy
I turn ya noodles into ramen
The kids so cold I press the beat and it go diamond
We on go I wanna bleed what we defying
Negro mode boy let him see and be reminded
That's the damn assignment ****
Right on the last
Thought I was done but here I go back on ya ass
Point out the one I promise he cap like a grad
Kick in the door and wipe ya nose like Stache
Turn in to taz
The big star the supernova
The penny pincher with big racks
Stepping outside Balencia Penny loafers
Tinted Rover
You better stop if all you gots a fucking tennis choker
I'm on the block if shit get hot just like the FD
And like the kids that wanna clown
When ever teachers come around
Hoe don't test me
What the fuck
Written by: Bobby G, Odjkni Simmons