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Kredity
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jay Gremlin
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jaylon Washington
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jaylon Washington
Engineer
Zay Tario
Producer
Texty
Wo-wo-wo
With the Skier!
I've been running up a check, I took the long way
I've been trying to get in door, I had a long wait
I want my pockets and success, both elongated
Bro prison and my crib got a long gate
**** swear it's all love, I feel it's all hate
I hop right over the BS like a small gate
I had to climb to the top, I'm used to tall gates
All these chops got some titties, I think they all gay
I just got a big bow, off a small pay
I told my youngin, good pay is not all pay
She put that bosom in my hands like it's Allstate
I done passed to my mans and we both All-state
I got a shorty out in Indiana, Ball State
A mushroom, mimosa blunt is what we all take
I ain't worried bout your money, cause we all make
I done hopped in the cat and just dog brakes
I fell down, got a redemption, I'm in Shawshank
I want advice on some music, I can call Mank
These pants cost a G unit, I can call Banks
I do both, I walk in buildings or I call banks
I ain't never lived me another **** life
Feel bad I didn't hit me another **** wife
For cash, he'll pull out a musket or a rifle
Bet big on the Skiers got a bucket full of dice
I'm from the D, think I know Stuckey or Mcdyess
I'm from the D, you feel you lucky you got pipe
Grew up in trenches, sometimes lucky you got lights
I feel good talkin' to nothin' but my mic
Then drew success on a canvas, an artist paint it
He drew his gun so fast, he ain't even start the painting
Brody was in court room, don't think he was a plaintiff
I heard some money call my name, I swear I start gettin' anxious
I heard a shorty call my name and forgot who I came with
Get the Skiers in the door, we all grew up and changed it
Thc still in baby bottle, who done changed me
I ain't even get the money, it already changed me
Brody was on level 5, then went to two
Soon as you and Shorty lie down, you'll get the truth
Soon as you ain't on your grind, boy, you get the boot
He like Missy, got a .38 in Timberland boot
I've been running up a check, I took the long way
I've been trying to get in door, I had a long wait
I want my pockets and success, both elongated
Bro prison and my crib got a long gate
**** swear it's all love, I feel it's all hate
I hop right over the BS like a small gate
I had to climb to the top, I'm used to tall gates
All these chops got some titties, I think they all gay
Written by: Jaylon Washington