Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Semaj Nelson
Songwriter
Songteksten
Keep my composure, **** don't know ya
I'm like, "Damn, what's the hold up?"
That ho blow my phone up
She said that I'll meet you at the venue
Bitch we got dummy sticks that G2 won't defend you
Who you fucking with? My **** they gon' send you
Boy you think I'm dumb with it, lil' bitch I'm not gon' text you
Yeah, I had to boss up
Yeah, I had to go crazy
Yeah, this shit nonstop
Gas made me too lazy
Yeah, I'm a rockstar
'Member you said you hate me
Yeah, hit a dropshot
Don't give no fuck 'bout who hating, yeah
Do what I want, **** ain't gon' dump
I don't count no 1's, **** that's a waste, bitch I ain't no chump
Bitch I got that fye right by my waist, ****, I ain't dumb
Leave a **** fried, that's a closed case, he ain't make the jump
Stack my bands to the rafter
Throw that TD, Green Bay Packers
Leave her alone, she don't matter
Put the dots on him like pattern
Keep ya composure, **** don't know ya, (Oh yeah)
I said keep ya composure, **** they don't-, (Know ya)
Okay, okay
I'm like, "Damn, what's the hold up?"
Bad bitch blow my phone up, oh yeah
I'm like, "Damn, what's the hold up?"
Bad bitch blow my phone up
Written by: Semaj Nelson
