クレジット
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jason Nolasco
Songwriter
Victor Espinoza
Songwriter
Christian Nolasco
Songwriter
歌詞
Mr. Been hit your bitch but they already knew that
Ain't no rookie to this game and y'all can check the stats
Think you slick, you finessin', watch how I get it back
Catch you slippin', you runnin', you trip, I'm on your ass
Talkin' shit, cannot name a rapper
I'm not better than Competition to pussy, I'm never sweatin' them
And if I do a lil' feature, I'm always sonnin' them
Real shooters in the cut, I got a hunnid of them
Sendin' bullets like blitzes, no point in runnin' from them
Fuck why they talkin', I need a mil before I'm done
How you gon' pump, but we know you got no gun
You scared of action, I'm Tom Cruise with these stunts
Been on a mission, but I can make it look like none
DM your bitch, I only fuck her just for fun
You feelin' froggy, then lil' homie go and jump
Flu-Flam a opp, roll em' up mix with the runtz
Gang too official, lil' baby, all I do is stunt
Gang too official, that mean that I can never front
D.Rose on that bullshit, baby, they know I'm the one
I said D.Rose on that bullshit, they know I'm the one
Couldn't name a bitch that I already hit
Fuck all that noise, I'm movin' militant
I'm done playin' checkers, shit layin' on my chest
Put my foot in the gas, I'm steppin' on they necks
She just drop your location, then watch the back door
Can't be trustin' these bitches, I keep that number one rule
Can never be lackin', I'm runnin' around with a tool
She wanna fuck, I said, lil' baby, what's the move
Thinkin' it's over, I'll hang the cleats up when I'm done
I keep it too playa baby and I can never front
Been in the field, lil' bitch, I'm really from the mud
I taught you get it, but you ain't cut the way I'm cut
Bigger chains, so I went and got a bigger gun
I'm in my own lane, so I chose a car with the biggest trunk
G-Body, wood grain, grippin' tires, it's thin as fuck
If she don't drive me to do better, then I'ma hit and run
I'm too gifted, but they can't box me in, I'm too different
You see, every single day's a new mission
You think you gettin' in my way, I'm not trippin
Glock, mm-teen, I'm itchin' to use it, y'all need to move different
My ear to the streets, they been too busy
See, I been servin' in the hood, no soup kitchen
Listen, I don't make new friends, they too iffy
I don't talk too much, I'm too distant
I don't walk too far, it's too risky
I don't chill too long, you just missed me
Got this bottle otherhand on my glizzy
Written by: Christian Nolasco, Jason Nolasco, Victor Espinoza
