Kredity
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Yun Skel
Songwriter
Texty
Girl, you got me dead
Don't say mean shit
I'm by myself in this motherfucking room, ****
Everybody shut the fuck up
Ain't none of y'all **** with me
I'm by my fucking self
And ain't none of y'all **** stand up for me
(You ain't God ****)
And shut up
Be quiet, before you get exiled like-
Walk into this spot, I got too much swag
That boy ain't plugged in he got too much lag
Got me feeling like max I got too much plaque
My fit worth a couple racks yeah my shit all black
I'm so high up in the sky, drag my nuts, call it a dragon
I be wishin' for some new shit and a baddie like Aladdin
She baddie with a baddie tryna ride up in that wagon
I can't fumble MVP, yeah, we been up playin' Madden
They be talking bout my old shit but that really do not count
Put yo ass up in my shoes and you can see what this about
I might lie from time to time but it help my bank account
They was tryna sneak diss but that shit is not allowed
Hit him with a shadow ban, you not comin' in my hood
My new hoe be in the trees, lumberjackin' on my wood
I just hit my lil' dance, boy, I really wish you would
**** tryna cramp my style, but I'm way too fuckin' good
Catch me whipping in a short bus they be saying im special
Number 1 i'm coming first with a trophy and a medal
Got a 19. hidden on me you can't see the heavy metal
We do more than 60 miles keep my foot right on the pedal
And she said she want my kid, so I turned bed to columbine
Said my dick game going stupid I said, nah, it's going asinine
He ain't smokin' on the gas, his dumbass be smokin' cyanide
I ain't even have to trap , in the end, they got me certified
Walk into this spot, I got too much swag
That boy ain't plugged in he got too much lag
Got me feeling like max I got too much plaque
My fit worth a couple racks yeah my shit all black
Written by: Yun Skel