Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
jaydobeatzz
jaydobeatzz
Performer
VEZOBEANZ
VEZOBEANZ
Vocals
MAVI
MAVI
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jayden Reo
Jayden Reo
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
jaydobeatzz
jaydobeatzz
Producer
Jayden Reo
Jayden Reo
Mastering Engineer
Abigail Pastuhova
Abigail Pastuhova
Recording Engineer
Stefano Ferracin
Stefano Ferracin
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

I'm a legend from your presentation I came
With Tyson script and Ali did rise up like
Here come Allah, don't get in my bag
I feel the kid reverse the video, how you coming if we already know?
Beans rocking at the high top, no way you don't see him up
Months later, how the fuck he home?
No getting back when we on
Now he sick and staying low, something ain't right
Let's go
Jersey wearing cocky ****, he know how it go
Why the fuck you think you playing?
Cause ain't nobody scoring more
Not that 3400
Switching lane
I'm still in dope
C.O.P
Listening in
That's why they hit your door
I just hold it and grab it
They know how it float
Two man's on the sideline
But they been at practice too
Wishing hand at the house
So ain't nobody knocking doors
They playing
Speak about the mailbox
Looking down the road
Lippy glass bottles
Splish your screen
At the video shoot
Anything anywhere
You just cannot ride them up
Like when you walking in the hood
And see a dog and get the stumping
You know damn where you are
In the latte door
I'm begging for cash
I got plenty more fans
Don't get in an instant
It ain't happen
We got plenty more friends
Dangers talking while we walking
It's that old school shit
We not running
Dressing up
Because it's a professional
I'm not playing more
I took here for him
I'm like kill more
I'm can't hear more
I'm like ram more
I can stand more He a fuck **** I can help him Fall back **** shake
**** fall back bro I not playing
Boy I took here boy I might kill boy
I'm like Rambo, I can't stand him, bro
He's a fuck ****, I can't help, bro
Fall back, oh, **** shake, **** fall back, oh
Make it shake, **** fall back, oh
Make it shake, **** fall back, oh
Make it shake, oh, make it shake
Paint on the T like it's compressed
He design rap and the crew gon' rap
Rames out the board like a bitch gon' snitch trap
Stoppin' on our toes, that's a no, you ain't safe
Rockin' out the lights, come through back, no escape
And we got the plan like the crew that make the layout
Had to give out plenty stories just to let it line up
Now I got your back at this to war, but will it hold up?
After I get you a few from Arizona for a dollar
Maxing out my broccoli for some carrots, cause it lasts long
I didn't finish testing out my feet from my sister
I can rip this bitch's brains out, but I let her play
Suck on that dick, bitch, I don't want no hip, bitch
Give me a lip, bitch, and more hands, bitch
I like nail shawty, give me slow sprue
I sit back now, I like smoke, smoke
I'm not playing, boy, I took pills, boy
I can't stand, bro
Uh
Written by: Jayden Reo, Omavi Ammu Minder, Shaheem Jenkins
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