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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nick Grant
Nick Grant
Performer
Tae Beast
Tae Beast
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nick Grant
Nick Grant
Songwriter
Donte Perkins
Donte Perkins
Songwriter
Eli Brown
Eli Brown
Songwriter
Roswell
Roswell
Songwriter
Bryan James Sledge
Bryan James Sledge
Songwriter
Matt Emonson
Matt Emonson
Songwriter

Testi

[Intro]
Yeah
It's for my ****
Yeah
[Verse 1]
Uh, all about this money, fuck your feelings, my dog
I'm disgusted, ****' Rollies outchea ticking, my dog
I removed the roof, yeah, that mean the ceiling, my dog
Barkin' up the wrong tree'll get you killed by my dog
Project with no windows, shit built like a prison, my dog
You ain't for the long run, keep your distance, my dog
Can't stomach ****, I just follow my gut feeling, that's all
Crackers look to euthanize, still they killin', my dog
I don't fuck with pussy ****, this one here for my dogs
Same ****, I'm just outchea lookin' different, my dog
Hatin' **** changing faces like a Jenner, my dog
**** slept, now I'm back, I need interest, my dog
Feel like early Puffy, this is big business, my dog
My **** never said a word, still they sentenced my dog
You a fraud, I just peeped the way you livin', that's all
Vision foggy 'cause your image smoke and mirrors, my dog (Ow, and that's a fact)
[Chorus]
You say this what you want (Yeah)
Well, ****, it's on now (On now)
I told you watch your tone (I told you)
But you steady wanna run your mouth (Run your mouth)
Now I see just what you want (Yeah)
Well, ****, it's on now (Uh, it's on now, no, no, no)
[Verse 2]
Teach me how to fish, I eat forever
Thoughts dark as Lupita's flesh, compete at genius levels
Riccardo Tisci drippin', why she freak me, why be threatened
By accident murderers, all these carbon-copy felons?
Street endeavors and **** make number runs, polices put guns on us
Like a Biggie LP, baby, this is a cover-up
Love is love, all that hatred is making you self-destruct
Model talkin' to me nasty, but some things I won't discuss
I'm not your modern guy
Got a model high up on the checklist, boy, I'm still alive
Like Afeni's son laid on the stretcher, man
This thing of ours could possibly die off any second
****, this the moment that God discovered Satan was jealous, twisted
My granny was my hero star, fuck them Bureau cars
Imitatin' trigger fingers out windows to leave you marked
Can't afford a funeral, a fish fry's a start
The brains of this operation 'cause my mental's scarred, my dog (Ow)
[Chorus]
You say this what you want (Yeah)
Well, ****, it's on now (On now)
I told you watch your tone (Yeah, I told you)
But you steady wanna run your mouth (Run your mouth)
Now I see just what you want
Well, ****, it's on now (It's on now, no, no, no)
[Outro]
Ow, oh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
On now (Told)
I told you
Run your mouth (Oh)
It's on now (Well, ****, it's on now, no, no, no)
Written by: Bryan James Sledge, Donte Perkins, Eli Brown, Matt Emonson, Nick Grant, Roswell
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