Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sean D'lo
Sean D'lo
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Braysean Dillard
Braysean Dillard
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sean D'lo
Sean D'lo
Producer

Songteksten

Aye
What's happening now
I promise that it's all
Looking different since I'm around
And I'm really him
I'm really him
Yeah
Bro told me to get him
And I got him
Can't nan one **** fuck with me
That's what we gon' acknowledge
Since when did I ever give a fuck
What you boys was talkin' 'bout
I never did
And just in case you didn't know It bitch
I'm really him
Relate to me and the glizzy
I swear we really twins
We both be spitting out hot shit
That's what we did
That's who we is
Can't fake the funk with me my nigaa
I'ma lap you up
Like I'm Barry Allen
I'm speeding ****
I'm really seething
Like really I'm getting heated ****
Tired of not getting respect
You know I'll beat a ****
Finna shock the world
Three Trillion watts
And we getting up
It's 150 degrees ****
We heating up
My little **** said to me
("I wanna make some munyun")
I can teach ya ass
How to get a bag where I come from
Keep my foot on necks
Got these **** mad
It's a big dub
Get your paper
It's big 24
'Boutta count up
I can teach you
How to go and get a bag yeah
I can teach yo mans
To get up off his ass yeah
I can teach you
How to get these **** mad yeah
Matter fact
Let me run this shit back
Okay now
I can teach you
How to go and get a bag yeah
I can teach yo mans
To get up off his ass yeah
I can teach you
How to make these **** mad yeah
Matter fact
Let me run this shit back
Okay now
(The masked figure clutching)
(Posted)
(I was never scared)
(The masked figure clutching)
(Posted)
(I was never scared)
Bitch it's
B.I.G 2.4 D.L.O
Yeah you know
That ****
I heard yo shit a few days back
That shit was mild
Like you smoke Blacks
Bitch I'm back and on they ass
Beating shit til' black and blue
I swear that D'lo
They ain't never seen a **** fresh as you
In a game full of liars
It turns out that I'm the truth
And we can ask God to stamp it
If you really need some proof
And bitch I'm bound to blow
Like we in band class
And I'm on flute
Been bumping way too much Big
**** give me the loot
We on they ass yet again
They bitter like medicine
I'm moving up in this bitch
I feel like the Jeffersons
And I'm going dumb like my G.P.A's
A 0.6
Forgive me lord if I sin
But I'm finna hurt them again
Here's a spin
We them
I guarantee you it's us
My whole prerogative
Was to come in this shit and get plush
And yes I'm moving with motion
And I will never slow up
Aye pay attention when I'm teaching class
And show up
Because
I can teach you
How to go and get a bag yeah
I can teach yo mans
To get up off his ass yeah
I can teach you
How to get these **** mad yeah
Matter fact
Let me run this shit back
Okay now
I can teach you
How to go and get a bag yeah
I can teach yo mans
To get up off his ass yeah
I can teach you
How to make these **** mad yeah
Matter fact
Let me run this shit back
Okay now
(The masked figure clutching)
(Posted)
(I was never scared)
(The masked figure clutching)
(Posted)
(I was never scared)
Written by: Braysean Dillard
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