Credits
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Nyasha Mukonka
Songwriter:in
Lyrics
We're gonna do some kind of a, uh, introduction, so I'll tell you
There it comes, there it comes, there it comes now
Uh, I do this shit for the fun of it, I got a blunt, boy, I'm rollin' tornadoes
Went made a name for myself, I've been callin' the shots, boy whatever I say, it goes
Straight to the head, gotta lay out the meds
Ducking the pigs, I'm dodging the feds
Don't take her serious, she here for the thrills
Passing my peers, I cross out the list
Pull out elite, I pull on her wig
Live out of reach, who answer my prayers
Fashion and pain, I'm dripping my tears
Whole lotta gains, yo, ain't even near
She see the fangs, she livin' in fear
I wear my heart on my sleeve and my chain
Grew up on women and money, cocaine
Most of these rap **** sounding the same
I fuck that bitch and I back of the whip
Because she loving the way I was speeding n shit
I cannot lose it, I'm keeping the grip
I cannot lose it, keep it a hit
Pick up the pace, middle finger your face
Came with that new shit the coming of age
Normzy got ammo, we brought out the base
Whipping the pop, boy, you know my shit laced
Talk to the cat, jump on my face
Sip on the rocks, I'm out of space
Sip on the spot, she love the daze
I need a big ol' bitch from the A
Do it for guap, cause I gotta get paid
Ain't even rapping bout shit
I'm just rapping bout bitches and money and swag
Them ****, they tell me I'm all in my bag
Yo, rap **** whack, like how could y'all let this shit happen
Bitch, I'm way past all that capping
Way past all the capping
This that real shit
We ain't even rapping bout nothing
This that
Written by: Nyasha Mukonka