Crediti
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Collin Gibson
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Collin Gibson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Collin Gibson
Engineer
Testi
Double deckers on my neck, I'm feeling extra frosty
Light-skinned bitch just woke me up, that's my vanilla coffee
Gorilla dipped in Chinchilla, this **** fit is Nause
Grip the wheel for real, like I'm Ronnie Burgundy, Ricky Robbie
Anybody try to get digits out of my lump sum
Selena **** over
I Bitty Bitty, the bum, bum
I know a **** up in the county, that **** rowdy
Boost the whole truck for the subs, they call him Jimmy Johnny
Get payed a visit, my favorite biscuit got laser vision
Brang two Asian bitches that came together like age and wisdom
I'm from the age you don't play the game, then you change the system
Bout to heat up quicker than Salem Witches or Salem Winstons
Your plagiarism's just imitations and fabrications
They fake as fuck, they bout fake as a Trump assassination
Act like you knew it, he don't just do it, he overdo it
Stretch the keys and pack the accordion like it's polka music
Poisonous shit, I'm spittin' all venom, don't confuse it
Collin' all kennel, got that dog in him, dog listen
John Wick, I kick it everywhere with the guns
And give Beavis the butt heads when I'm airing the Judge
Type to fuck a hoe with my hoodie on
And tell that bitch, she can book or ghost when my woody gone
Don't get it wrong, I'm really back
These **** better stop before they thinkin' of really dissin
I'm really that
Look
Boss shit, I invented that, remember that
Lyrics you can feel where your dinner at
When I step in the chat, all in they chest where they feelin's at
Your favorite rapper wouldn't have been a factor if I ain't master the internet
I been a ver, I made bigger rappers my benefactors
So if you tell me it's up, I'm up in the frickin' rafters
I'm takin' muster on any vultures surrounding me
I changed the culture, ungrateful, fucker, you bow to me
You **** got a lot of nerve, this about to hurt
I'm comin' back very accolade that I deserve
I took a couple years off and I'm still dope
McDonald's ice cream machine, ****, you still broke
These **** said a whole lot of things they might be
Till a light beam on this pipe
Knock out them pipe dreams
Look, two weather patterns, you light breeze
I'm ice cold
I'm everlasting
Your style old, my time froze
Got better fashion, a bigger bank, and a better family
Anything you good at, I bet a stack that I'm better at it
The more potent the crack, the better addicts
Enigmatic get to actin' tough and I get the cannons and send em 'matics
Resting in silk pajamas, I'm draped in designer fabric
If life is a game, then I beat it
****, I'm Michael Jackson
I'm the shit ****, light a match when it's time to rap
Picatinny rails got the scope beam and the light attached
Written by: Collin Gibson