Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jaah SLT
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jamir Rucks
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
WhiteboiMaxx
Producer
Lyrics
(Been tryna tell you fuck niggas y'all niggas suck nigga!
Get the fuck off my court you bitch boys!
I tried to tell you that shit nigga, you see who on the court nigga
You see who's putting in that work, nigga?
You see that shit, nigga?
Why you leaving, bitch?!
16, endgame on y'all fucking head
Look at that shit bitch boys, get the fuck off my court
And stop disrespecting me you lil' dick ass bitches!)
Yeah, huh-huh
I'm way too old, no man gon' check me
I don't give a fuck if another nigga don't like me
Shoot from the front, hope a nigga come try me
Hoes on the list and your wife just might be
Talking big shit, we don't need no vest up
She talk shit when she got that makeup
Bitch you broke, gon' get that cake up
I'm too clean, had to get my tape up
2K20 I'm back (I'm back)
No wife, I'm straight, imma keep it like that, uh
2K20 I'm back (I'm back)
And I never leave just came right back
It's 2K20 I'm back (I'm back)
Yeah, came with the heat no a nigga won't lack
It's 2K20 I'm back (I'm back)
No wife, I'm straight imma keep it like that, uh
How you gonna hate? But a nigga never met me
Certified bitch, told a nigga "come check me"
Got a couple hoes, and the past still hate me
Hit 'em one time, and they still say "make me"
We don't (uh) fuck around, got a quick jug like "nigga what I found"
Smokin' that heat like I'm off that mound
Bitch I'm next, right now
Huh, yeah, tell her bring her friends
Huh, yeah, imma go again
Huh, yeah, I set trends
Fuck day one, I got day ends
2018, when a nigga start rappin'
2019, and a nigga kept working
2K20, and a nigga still trappin'
Nigga on ghost, don't know what happened
2K20 I'm back (I'm back)
No wife, I'm straight, imma keep it like that, uh
2K20 I'm back (I'm back)
And I never leave just came right back
It's 2K20 I'm back (I'm back)
Yeah, came with the heat no a nigga won't lack
It's 2K20 I'm back (I'm back)
No wife, I'm straight imma keep it like that, yeah
Shooter gon' shoot, funna take who?
Pass that thot, fuckin on yo boo
Up with the crew, funna rob who?
Got a couple twos and a three for you
Bet no one, tell 'em make a band
It's still mine till the money hit my hand
Fuck yo way, ain't never been a fan
Niggas on dick and it's getting outta hand, huh
I'm way too old, no man gon' check me
I don't give a fuck if another nigga don't like me
Shoot from the front, hope a nigga come try me
Hoes on the list and your wife just might be
Talking big shit, we don't need no vest up
She talk shit when she got that makeup
Bitch you broke, gon' get that cake up
I'm too clean, had to get my tape up
Writer(s): Jamir Rucks
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