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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Keyante Ladale Welch
Songwriter
Letra
Why they quitting
What's the reason
Run the score we ain't even
Got this mac with no apps
And I promise I ain't Steven
Guess what yeah yeah
Still the ill'est nigga breathing
Turn ya back on me that treason
Then we leave 'em to the demons
Give ya wife pipe "yeah" like the deacons here
I got my stripes like we in adidas gear
This purple got my mind blow Nahhh I ain't really here
Had to step back one time cuz they acting weird
This might sound like 99 in the whip
This might bring a couple vibes to the VIP
Might slip on my drip mop it up in this bitch
Stacking my Pringles don't care bout no chips
Underdog betting on himself how got the favorite
Now balling feeling like I'm derrick we ain't doing favors
Gotta touch this paper like Egyptians let me say a pray
Where was your antennas when I need you you ain't save a player
Whole team eating "yeah" excuse me waiter
Grinding my whole life like rob and big I'm cool with skaters
What he say nothing new okay we use to haters
Bout to put his bitch to sleep like a euthanator
Why they quitting
What's the reason
Run the score we ain't even
Got this mac with no apps
And I promise I ain't Steven
Guess what yeah yeah
Still the ill'est nigga breathing
Turn ya back on me that treason
Then we leave 'em to the demons
Give ya wife pipe "yeah" like the deacons here
I got my stripes like we in adidas gear
This purple got my mind blow Nahhh I ain't really here
Had to step back one time cuz they acting weird
Damn, let me get it right
1000 dollars for this sweater yeah don't it fit me nice
Promise it ain't all luxury we had some sleepless nights
Sorry momma I like spending money on the things I like
Seven on my feeling ambidextrous I'm Mike Vick
Sorry if I stress you out I'm trynna deal with my shit
Knowing that this weed gone clock me out who working my shift
Way ahead of my time yeah like a sidekick
Heard that ya price dipped
You ain't nothing like this
I ain't nothing nice Bitch
Glacier round my neck yea yeah need a ice pick
Promise you gone like this
Why they quitting
What's the reason
Run the score we ain't even
Got this mac with no apps
And I promise I ain't Steven
Guess what yeah yeah
Still the ill'est nigga breathing
Turn ya back on me that treason
Then we leave 'em to the demons
Give ya wife pipe "yeah" like the deacons here
I got my stripes like we in adidas gear
This purple got my mind blow Nahhh I ain't really here
Had to step back one time cuz they acting weird
Why they quitting
What's the reason
Run the score we ain't even
Got this mac with no apps
And I promise I ain't Steven
Guess what yeah yeah
Still the ill'est nigga breathing
Turn ya back on me that treason
Then we leave 'em to the demons
Give ya wife pipe "yeah" like the deacons here
I got my stripes like we in adidas gear
This purple got my mind blow Nahhh I ain't really here
Had to step back one time cuz they acting weird
Writer(s): Keyante Welch
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