क्रेडिट्स
PERFORMING ARTISTS
THEHOMEBOIII
Vocals
8jaxx
Vocals
Grixfr
Vocals
Pencil
Vocals
JCB
Vocals
Denjii
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cruzer
Songwriter
8jaxx
Songwriter
Denjii wrein
Songwriter
T H B
Songwriter
Grix Fr
Songwriter
Pencil veinya
Songwriter
J. C. B.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cruzer
Producer
गाने
Now my pockets full of that green, they're overflowing
Had no luck up against me so now they're clover growing
They watched me play blackjack I used my good hand
Left your boys clueless they don't even understand
They're all mad cuz I got connections they don't know
Fans be wantin all my fits but I'm wearin thrifted clothes
Heads up, I don't fuck with bandwagons if you're one of those
If you wanna talk to me you better bow down to my thrown
Better bow down to my thrown
I got a gun and that shit, it go bang, bitch
Hoe got lungs, it be like a damn tank, bitch
We above, but they ain't realize shit, bitch
Like what the fuck bitch
Like what the fuck bitch
I got a gun and that shit, it go bang, bitch
Hoe got lungs, it be like a damn tank, bitch
We above, but they ain't, we're like shit, bitch
Like what the fuck bitch
Like what the fuck
Had to take the glasses off to get you out of sight
How you tryna talk shit but you ain't tryna fight
Choppa it go blah da da I spray you with the nine
Caught that boy he lackin now we call him megamind
Too much in the blunt now I'm higher than a kite
I'm a fuckin fein I already had to tell you twice
Leaning off the shrooms man I'm starin at the ice
Cops they tryna get us man just hit the fucking lights
Ayo I'm on the track now
And I'm making all these bitches fucking bow down
'Know I run the city turn into a ghost town
Like Nick Eh 30, I'm wearing the crown
Like what the fuck is going on
We going back and forth just like we playing some ping pong
I got some weed, I might as well sell it
Uh, I said pencil what you tell 'em?
I told a pussy lock in
Brodie keep on yapping
But I know that he is not him
Often, brodie taking L's, he cannot win
If he wanna step, I leave his body in a coffin
Shawty she a Doja Cat shooting when I say so
Kick it with a baller and my pockets be on reo
My ego getting bigger you can tell just by the pay load
Shooters never joshing but I swear they all got they dracos
Runnin off adrenaline cuz I just got a score to finish
Know it's not the regimen that'll make all your sins diminish
Am I a melanin-denizen or a genuine specimen
They try to pump with medicine till I'm a skeleton?
I'm runnin, I'm runnin, I cannot stop (Life got me in a chokehold)
I'm afraid if I do, somebody gonna drop
I'm runnin, I'm runnin, I cannot stop (And I don't know where it wants me to go)
I'm afraid if I do, somebody gonna drop
Better bow down to my thrown (Life got me in a chokehold)
I got a gun and that shit, it go bang, bitch
Hoe got lungs, it be like a damn tank, bitch
We above, but they ain't realize shit, bitch (And I don't know where it wants me to go)
Like what the fuck bitch
Like what the fuck bitch
I got a gun and that shit, it go bang, bitch
Hoe got lungs, it be like a damn tank, bitch
We above, but they ain't realize shit, bitch (And I don't know where it wants me to go)
Like what the fuck bitch
Like what the fuck
Written by: 8 jaxx, Andres Cruz, Denjii wrein, Grix Fr, J. C. B., Pencil veinya, T H B
