Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christopher Smith
Songwriter
Lyrics
I risked my life, I don't care who don't like it, get money or die
Slowed down, wasn't tryna get indicted, know the feds watchin'
**** die, put money on 'em, just can't beef with everybody
They ain't lookin' for me, I don't never see these **** out here
I do what I want to, ain't no stoppin' me
A **** try me, he gon' feel torture, show him no remorse, no **** slimin' me
Savage Squad, wild life, murder one and robberies
I ain't goin' back, nope, this shit'll get a cop killed
Get 'em, that lil' **** finna tweak off all kind of shit
Bitch say she was down with me, too many broken promises
My bro just beat a body, couldn't believe he made it out that bitch
Got no haters, you ain't poppin', ****, go'n 'head, pop your shit
Got these **** mad, wanna be like me, make 'em watch from the bench
Ain't gotta tell me watch my back, I already know how shit is
You changed up on me for what? Knew your love wasn't real
So YBN told 'em, "Ain't no **** comin' like this"
Can't lie, I was slippin' one time, a **** caught me by surprise
Rookie-ass ****, if I blow this bitch, I bet he drop
**** thought he had me, **** like me hard to take out
Live life like a boss, I'm the **** callin' all the shots
Get 'em, that lil' **** finna tweak off all kind of shit
Bitch say she was down with me, too many broken promises
My bro just beat a body, couldn't believe he made it out that bitch
Got no haters, you ain't poppin', ****, go'n 'head, pop your shit
Get 'em, that lil' **** finna tweak off all kind of shit
Bitch say she was down with me, too many broken promises
My bro just beat a body, couldn't believe he made it out that bitch
Got no haters, you ain't poppin', ****, go'n 'head, pop your shit
Written by: Christopher Smith
