Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
MCVERTT
Vocals
41
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jennifer Akpofure
Songwriter
Kyle-Henry Olatunde Fashiun
Songwriter
Mohammed Kamara
Songwriter
Tasean Rive
Songwriter
Yuval Chain
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
MCVERTT
Producer
Mohammed Kamara
Mixing Engineer
Uv Killin Em
Producer
Lyrics
Grrah
Grrah (MC, make another hit), grrah, grrah
Grrah, grrah (project, project X)
I don't know what to do
Sip Wock', get on my mood
Like, members, we deep in the stu'
Push up, 40 gon' boom
Sweep up the scene after poppin' a broom
I told bro to go kuu
Cups fright, mix it with Tris
Now, I'm bout to get on my shit
Roll up a blunt, I'm expressin' my pain
Like, fuck, that shit hurt every day
If it pull, would you walk through the rain?
Is you gon' leave when I beg you to stay?
Got too much on my plate
I've been holdin' the weight
I just think to myself
I pop a pill like every day
Give a fuck about wealth
This shit not good for my health
Is you gonna be there when I'm callin' for help?
Like, I don't got nobody else
In this world, they gon' hate when it's real
Niggas need to be real with themselves
Grrah, I'm really one of the realest
Niggas buggin', I give 'em the belt
Bitch, I ain't trippin'
But these bitches be fuckin' for clout
Netflix 'n Chill, we gon' fuck on a-
Thoo-thootie, fuck on a couch
I don't put trust to put faith in none of these bitches, they just want the life that I'm livin'
Fu-fuck up, bitch I'm not committed
Bet she don't can put my dick in her kitten
Co-cop me a check, broke it up with the team
And I told 'em that, "This is only the beginning"
I got money, I'm feelin' complete
Shit not the same if my niggas not winnin'
Fif-fifteen we were still sharin' keys
We was hungry together, now we gonna eat
Feelin' myself when I pop me a P
And my vision is blurry, I can't even read
SV, please, pick up the pace
Ds on my box, take 'em out on a chase
Like, please, ease on the brakes
I don't put trust to put faith in none of these bitches, they just want the life that I'm livin'
Fu-fuck up, bitch, I'm not committed
Bet she don't can put my dick in her-
Roll up a blunt, I'm expressin' my pain
Like, fuck, that shit hurt every day
If it pull, would you walk through the rain?
Is you gon' leave when I beg you to stay?
Got too much on my plate
I've been holdin' the weight
I just think to myself
I pop a pill like every day
Give a fuck about wealth
This shit not good for my health
Is you gonna be there when I'm callin' for help?
Like, I don't got nobody else
In this world they gon' hate when it's real (hate when it's real)
Niggas need to be real with themselves (real with themselves)
Grrah, I'm really one of the realest
Niggas buggin', I give 'em the belt (grrah, 41 shots to the head)
Left all my Wock', I came thru' with the big Glocks
Bitches love me, they stay at my wristwatch (stay on my wrist)
He keep dissin', fuck around, get him shot
I'm in the club, I'm vibin', watchin TikTok, drinkin' (damn-damn-damn)
Grrah, I'm in the club, I'm vibin', watchin TikTok, thinkin' (damn-damn-damn)
Who she be fuckin', when I'm not there, who the shorty be lovin'? (Damn)
Grrah, diamonds on my body shinin' like disco (disco)
Light-skin dump, with a fatty, bingo (yes)
Thootie, say she jackin' my lingo (yes)
It's a house on my neck, this shit weigh like a kilo (grrah)
Know you can't put on this chain, bitch
Put some respect on my name, bitch
Movie theaters, come hop in the space ship (movie theaters)
Movie theaters, she wanna be famous (movie theaters)
Bussin', I'm on some lace shit
I'm a beast, these bitches can not team it
And a few own me some bread, better pay it (pussy)
Huh, nigga give me that shit (gimme that shit)
Thootie tryna gimme that shit (gimme that shit)
Feel like Steph off of 30, I shoot, I won't brick (word to bro)
All my chains on when I go back to the bricks (back to the trenches)
Roll up a blunt, I'm expressin' my pain
Like, fuck, that shit hurt every day
If it pull, would you walk through the rain?
Is you gon' leave when I beg you to stay?
Got too much on my plate
I've been holdin' the weight
I just think to myself
I pop a pill like every day
Give a fuck about wealth
This shit not good for my health
Is you gonna be there when I'm callin' for help?
Like, I don't got nobody else
In this world they gon' hate when it's real
Niggas need to be real with themselves
Grrah, I'm really one of the realest
Niggas buggin', I give 'em the belt
Writer(s): Jennifer Akpofure, Mohammed Kamara, Yuval Chain
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