Créditos
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Stephen Alex McCray Jr
Songwriter
Kweisi Alston
Songwriter
Letras
I told **** talk about it so we gonna talk about it
Pussy **** steady talkin' shit but he is not about it
Talkin' bout he Mr steal yo' bitch but man I really doubt it
I just turned sixteen so I'm gonna scream and shout it
Speakin' on that number I ain't even gotta say shit
You talkin' bout you crazy **** don't jump in my lane bitch
Like how you gettin' clowned by the same **** you hang with
You really a pussy **** I can fuck your main bitch
Watch your language
I see what you mean by your album sixteen
When they barely sixteen that's the girl of your dreams
Talkin' bout you poppin' purse but you ain't never been a fiend
Still remember the days of rehab and gettin' clean
Sayin' that you a rockstar
but only chords you know is A minor A minor
Lil' **** gonna catch a case
if he ever try to fuckin' get behind her Get behind her
I'ma take his verse from the track and he won't get it back
I want all the smoke
Rollin' up a blunt could smell it from the pack
I want all the smoke
I'm comin' overseas I might fly to where you at
And I'm rippin' your bitch jeans I'ma hit it from the back
And just like dominoes I'ma make you fall right on your back
I got the finest hoes swear to God yo' bitches be so wet
Trust we gon' find you bro wonder why you hidin' on the set
'Bout to let my choppa sing talkin' bout some rat-a-tat
And if a **** try to fuck with me he better pay a fee
I'm bout that green if you fuck with me I'll bet I make it clean
We got them beams we gon' send you to the sky then leave the scene
I'm off that lane had to take a **** verse because I'm mean
(Glyd)
Written by: Kweisi Alston, Stephen Alex McCray Jr

