Dari
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Qwantavious Goree
Songwriter
Kobe Bady
Songwriter
Corvion Hairston
Songwriter
Tyler Fisher
Songwriter
CamRon Ramsey
Songwriter
Anferenee Owens
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Marquis Bumphis
Mastering Engineer
Lirik
Ayy, Kelun , turn me up for the one time
Yeah
been gettin money, that ain't nothin' new
Sell a couple bags, count the revenue
Plug want me to take over every other week
That's a new box or two
What you know about waiting up on the box
Every day, stressing it, make it through
Pussy ass **** dick riding
' ****, they never knew
You see what this liquor do to these hoes
what you think these racks a make ha, do
Taking risks every other day in the hood
Selling bows, out a stolen coupes
Used to dream about having money and motion
Now this shit coming true
**** mad as I stayed down and came up
But what was I supposed to do
Fuck, ****
I don't know what's wrong with these ****
Broke-ass shit, I don't condone any ****
I can't talk, I don't wanna do no song with these ****
Ain't my kind,
Ain't my Slime,
Im Disowning these ****
Get in my way, I'll run over these ****
Too broke, I can't even bump shoulders with ****
Slow mo, I just poured a whole, 4 in a twister
What you know bout
Sitting on the porch like the old folks
Waiting on the pack to land
Fresh as hell, never been to airplane school
I know how to fly, but I promise I don't know how to land
Nah, run this back, run this back, run this back
Heard the pack on the way, check the mail
If it ain't a bow , I won't break, out the Scale
That **** went broke, put his gun up for sale
I'm a real hustler, sell water to whales
Sell devil eggs if I get sent to hell
Exotic the pound, they like, down with the smell
I'ma run to the money to follow my trail
He tried to run, drake tripped em, he fell
50K real ain't shit, gotta keep me a stick
But I come from the bricks
Everybody around me lit
Got motion, you can take me to the ocean
Sell water to a fish
200 a Zip, that's a free band lick
If a **** look sweet, set him up through a bitch
Purple jean fein I remember when I used to go
To the booster and take me a pic
Rap shit really, I'm a sensei
Sent off for the bows, gotta wait out till Wednesday
I don't give a fuck about what he say
I been the littiest , young ****, since I was in pre-K
I been the littiest, since I was a toddler
We sipping Trish, don't pass me no bottle
Fly out the stage, just to fuck on the model
Bitch, keep me on pants, just open and swallow
I was 18 with ten bows of exotic
Big back street, I don't know nothing but profit
"7'6'2", Hit the car its gon' stop it
Bitch, we the biggest, backstreet, if we pop it
**** know what the fuck going on
Big back street and I'm rich as a bitch
Just drive 30K on my wrist
Go catch a box and take you a risk
These **** too broke, they ain't having shit
Reach for my chain, watch how I up it hit
Lil' boy made me mad and I'm sitting in blitz
Rockstar trap and got rich off my licks
If you ain't seen a hundred, lil' ****, you shrimp
Far from the regular, ain't average
Healthy kid, all bout cabbage, and shit
Round of applause, get too clappin' and shit
Don't you reach from my chain, that's a trap decision
Bad ass kid, put a switch on gun
We livin' it live like a GTA mission
I think the skat and the curb had a son
When I hit it, bitch, they be constantly kissing
Written by: Anferenee Owens, CamRon Ramsey, Corvion Hairston, Kobe Bady, Qwantavious Goree, Tyler Fisher
