Crediti
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yogi Calhoon
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jerell wiley
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dj Fresh
Producer
Testi
DJ Fresh, DJ Fresh, DJ Fresh
I'm glad the energy's wonderful, man
It is, man. I've been having my last 72 hours with Supreme
It's Yogi with y'all
Yeah
That's dope
Yeah, me, Eric, and Yogi together right now
And then, uh, Dr. O for self, and then Chris and Matt are in the car
We three-D, three-Cars-D
Let's go, my ****
Fuck with a real one
Ay, check my resume
I don't never play a fly mob ****
Coming out the fucking base
I get money in the hood, but live out the way
I'm still active, so a lot of shit I can't say
The shit I rap about, I do that shit every day
I judge a **** how he move, fuck what a **** say
Catch me in the hood, chilling with my **** Ray
Posted at the store, sipping on some D'Ussé
Or kissing on the pint, taking syrup to the face
I fuck with the red, but love how the green taste
I got clientele, ****, fuck a fan base
Don't never let your mind race, the tortoise won the race
A constant paper chase, credit scores and real estate
My chain illuminate, so the hoes accumulate
Just communicate, I probably got a better rate
And if you got your paper straight, you get it next day
****, yo, yeah
****, yo, yeah
****, yo, yeah
One of the greatest **** I've ever been in my life
I came home from the pen, I told my **** we about to go gang
He said, let's go do it, ****
Don't let these diamonds in my chain throw you off
Like I won't take a head off and cut my dress off
My moves make the news
Don't get this shit confused
Sipping on the pint, the secret of the ooze
She got to choose or lose
You got to keep your cool
You was pushing snooze
I was buying jewels
He's talking, will you find me
I was always grinding
Everything I got shiny came from being grimy
It's deeper than you think, more ice than a rink
Just look for my mink, and I'll buy you a drink
Quick as you could blink, what the fuck you think
I hit a **** with everything, giving the kitchen sink
You moving too drastic, my style is fantastic
I get you when your man bunk bed caskets
Because really, I'm your father
But I didn't even bother
That's hard to say a $five bill for $10
Written by: Jerell wiley

