Vídeo de música
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Créditos
PERFORMING ARTISTS
ZeroTheGod
Rap
YNG Li Motley
Rap
Randana
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jeffrey J Redd
Songwriter
Kendall Burris
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jefe Beats
Producer
Khris Johnson
Engineer
Letra
Boy you ain't gon ball with no check
I walk in the mall and I flex bitch
She only want me for the sex
She all on my dick cause I'm next up
You wanna compete, get your bands up
That **** got shh cause he ran up
You say you want beef, **** stand up
My homie outside, he gon' spray it up
Been wildin since a lil jit I'm a man now
Bad bitch, all on my dick think she fanned out
Young **** think he got bread, pull a band out
**** try to come around with they hand out
Stand on 10 toes, bitch, I mean it
Feel like Ace Boogie when he worked at the cleaners
This bitch want dope, I think she fiending
Don't touch that drink you gon' die by the liter
That za bag, that za bag, I keep it rolled up
**** see me out in public, swear to God they know us
Dripped out, fresh as fuck, bitch, I feel like Sho'Nuff
Four-five keep it clutched, none of us gon' get touched
Get in with me, I got that drug
I'm in hotel with the dope in the tub
Flex with the pole, bitch, I will not budge
**** be tryna act turnt in the club
Flexing, I'm gon' take that check
You reaching, boy, off with your neck
You ain't never seen a real one in the flesh
ZTG the God, bitch, I bless
Spanish bitch say no English, that's perfect
I need you back up in the trap, they slow
I'm running up, bitch, I'm lap em
The drugs, you got them in, bitch, imma tap
If you want something **** shut up and shop
Put your hand up, you ain't getting no dap
If I see something I'm uppin the jack
Jefe gon send a beat, bitch and it slap
You ain't getting no money, you ain't getting no check
**** run off with your pack, bitch, imma sit back and laugh
These **** out here talking more, and they trapping less
If these **** gon fumble the work, imma go pick up the bag
Racks racks racks money
Racks racks racks, these ****
Toting out the trash bag, bag, bag
We got pounds bitch, I keep it stashed
What the fuck, bitch, I'm on your ass
****, I can't stop serving I can't stop serving
I can't stop serving, I can't stop serving
I can't stop serving, I can't stop serving
I can't stop serving, I can't stop serving, go, go
I'ma fit 15 bows in a four door
I'm with Motley, I'm finna do a homicide
Dark Fentanyl lookin' like pesticide
You don't trap hard, ****, step aside
Run the defense on a **** like Roll Tide
I got so many guns like the military
Hundred flavors in the trap like Ben & Jerry's
Break up with my bitch and don't give her no clothes
Bitch is think as fuck like a dictionary
Emerald cut the diamond shit canary
Serving Whitney, imma serve in the berry
Like Mike, the dope Calvin Cambridge
Brought the drugs out, you know ima share it
**** come learn something, I'll show you the ropes
Trap open all day, got drugs on the floor
Seen a dead body at the corner store
I'm at Wendy's trying to serve a four for four
Written by: Jeffrey J Redd, Kendall Burris
