Créditos
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jimmy3
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chazton Brown
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
OnlyoneG
Producer
CrossKingkaz
Mastering Engineer
DawoogDf
Recording Engineer
Letra
Gotta shot out to my spender
Aye Everything that I got I got it out the blender
Pull off the lot GLE gotta shot out to my spenders
Where would I be without my hydraulic press and my blender My college bitch know how to drive if my play Call ima send her
It's the beginning of the year ima be gone til November
Smoking on some shit that just landed here from Cali
Out in Texas and the valley tryna find another Migo
Who got prices on the kilos cuz right now this shit a drought Trick em MSM til I find a better route
Turn a split to a whole damn what you call that
I just put that ugh on it guarantee they call back
Would've thought they lost they pet they asking where the dog at
Heard that Uptown hot I think I'm fina fall back
I ain't even have direction went found me a way
Couple hours up the road I went found me a play
Off a brick of cream you can make 16 where I take it
That's 450 ever zip play with my cash you'll get cooked
My play spoiled off that ___ I got blue pink and green
I just hit it with that xylazine this shit will drop Yao Ming
Seen a **** cross his day one for a quarter zip of clean
My oye like Amazon I'm fina order up some things
Used to buy it in Eureka and fly it out the bay
Why sell it in Atlanta they pay triple up the way
If it make it here today it be gone by tonight
Shit I'm headed back to Cali on that red eye flight
I'm tryna hit her in the sky like ol' dude on Soul Plane
Get a brick and dance on it like the line at Soul Train
Who he think he Hank Hill out here selling propane
Served him then I took it back welcome to the dope game
I just left from getting money on my way to get some more
Ain't feel right about the play shit I left him at the store
Got the cheapest in the town ask around bet they tell ya
Be careful with them boys cuz them **** there will nail ya
I can get it to your front door I ain't worried bout the troopers
Was on the mainline in LA with keeways damu's and them Hoovers
Threw up the rakes when they asked was you rolling moving or you grooving
Trying to make a hundred in a day I'll show you how to do it
Started selling mid now I got bluuuurrp of the wapi
I was only 19 when I caught my first papi Ima Rich God wearing Chrome Heart staring Louis V down to the muthafucking chair Lil bih asked me what I do bitch I off white like Virgil
Push up peel the top off I just killed them folks on purpose They thought I was drowning I fucked them up when I started surfing
You in her dm but can't afford one of my hoe purses
Shit talker but I back it up you don't want to do that with us Supplying to suppliers bet it make it off that Package truck
Just to kill the smell triple wrap it before you VAC it up
Find a country town and lock it down and run your racks up
Like why these **** be acting tough swear I done had enough
Like I'm a P from Vegas or something all my hoes bad as fuck
I ain't put no bags in no airplane I sent em' on a truck
I got that shit on head to toe yeah lil bitch add it up
Written by: Chazton Brown