Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tafia
Rap
Millyz
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Emmanuel Alexis
Songwriter
Myles Lockwood
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Fabo Beats
Producer
Josh Lebang
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
(It's SLA)
Phew, phew, ayy
You did all that pickin' sides, I don't know why (I don't know why)
He facin' time, now that **** wearin' a whole wire (Phew)
False flaggin', but he still catchin' touch downs
He touch a lil' paper, they treat him like he us now (Treat him like he us now)
Type of shit that make me the hang jersey up (Yeah)
Ring cameras everywhere, I double R the curtains up
Told my lil' homie, "Get out the street, it ain't worth it"
Thought he popped two Yerkies, got him trippin', it ain't workin', huh
Post on Walkdown for VV, huh (For VV)
Only thing he wanted to see was me on TV (Me on TV)
Rest in peace my brother, heart bigger than the ocean
Ain't takin' shit for granted, fast or slow, we got motion
Knew I wouldn't make it far hittin' licks (Phew)
In high school, I would come in trim, still avoidin' pics (Pics)
Different type of young ****, I keep that mask on (Keep that mask on)
If I knew they all gon' fold, I would've passed on, would've passed on (Would've passed on)
Yeah, streets gone bad, shit got hot
Respect got low, ain't let too much slide (Ain't let too much slide)
Yeah, streets gone bad, shit got hot
Respect got low, ain't let too much slide (Ain't let too much slide, uh-huh)
Take it low, all type of **** pullin' up (Phew)
We just switched locations on they ass, we ain't coolin' up (Uh)
Mixed breezes and bikinis sittin' in the pool with us (Uh-huh)
They know it's gon' benefit they pockets bein' cool with us
You got caught up trickin for a treat, huh? (Huh?)
Say you heard she gave that puss up for free, huh? (Huh?)
She fuckin on your dog, now you in your feelings (Uh)
Man, you know she for the streets, boy, get out feelings
I can't see myself beefin' 'bout a bitch (No)
Got so much raw shit, I can't even pick (Phew)
Been this way forever, I'm a sack chaser (Sack chaser)
She gon' fall in my lap, I don't gotta chase her (I don't gotta chase her)
Why the fuck you think I got his ice on me? (Phew)
She play her cards right, I put a price on it (Price on it)
Uh, fuck playin' games, if she ride, she a winner (She a winner)
Poppy gotta pull another, poppy, stay for dinner (Dinner)
Yeah, streets gone bad, shit got hot
Respect got low, ain't let too much slide (Ain't let too much slide)
Yeah, streets gone bad, shit got hot
Respect got low, ain't let too much slide (Ain't let too much slide, uh-huh)
Written by: Emmanuel Alexis, Myles Lockwood