Dari
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Terrence Green
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Terayle Marquis Hill
Songwriter
Matthew Head
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Matthew Head
Producer
Alberto De Icaza
Mastering Engineer
Lirik
When I pull up on the block like a real one do
Pop shots in the air
Bullet holes in the roof
Skirt off in a Benz
Got the Patek on the wrist
Got a bad lil' bitch
Finna hit it like switch
Real **** who I am
Real **** who I been
Fuckin' wit you now
Wasn't fucking with you then
See you in the streets
Then you coming to end
Stop sign on a hater
I'ma see you later
I'm greater than anybody you mention
And did I mention, I'ma muthafuckin' king in this bitch?
Finna roll the green in this bitch
Finna pop a bean in this bitch
Finna send a .45 through the spleen of a snitch
Wait a minute, what you mean, hit a scene
Need a Biille Jean, put it in her jeans
Drop a pin, I'ma swing though
I'ma bring the whole damn team through
Bring a couple hoes, finna show 'em how we do ****
Now I'm living a dream
But really used to be a nightmare
I really came a long way from the night terrors
Every single night was a fight there
Every single night scared
Now I came up
Blow ya brains, no cap, ****, fade up
RIGO all caps 'cause my name up
Middle finger to the sky ‘cause I really fucked the game up
Throw the gang up
When I pull up on the block like a real one do
Pop shots in the air
Bullet holes in the roof
Skirt off in a Benz
Got the Patek on the wrist
Got a bad lil' bitch
Finna hit it like a switch
Real ****, who I am
Real ****, who I been
Fucking with you now
Wasn't fucking with you then
See you in the streets
Then you coming to end
Stop sign on a hater
I'ma see you later
I'm greater than anybody you mention
You muthafuckas don't want it
I'm getting blunted, still bringing the ruckus
And I ain't running, **** gassed up, in a fast truck
On my last nerve
Hit the gas, swerve on a ****
Jump the curb, hop out, no words on a ****
Just (pop, pop, pop)
You ain't heard, lil' ****
Little rookie with a gun, and you better not miss
Here come the boogie man
Here I come, lil' bitch
Now I'm living a dream
But really used to be a nightmare
I really came a long way from the night terrors
Every single night was a fight there
Every single night scared
Now I came up
Blow ya brains, no cap, ****, fade up
RIGO all caps 'cause my name up
Middle finger to the sky 'cause I really fucked the game up
Throw the gang up, ay
(Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay)
(Throw the gang up, ay)
(Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay)
(Throw the gang up, ay)
(Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay)
(Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay)
(Throw the gang up, ay)
Written by: Matthew Thomas Head, Terayle Marquis Hill