Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mook TBG
Mook TBG
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sirod McDaniels
Sirod McDaniels
Songwriter

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
You a clown, don't come around
All these rappers tryna take my sound
Gettin' packs but we never could cap
Before you left, I ain't know I could rap
Now I gotta put this shit on the map
Fuck you, ****, I ain't givin' no dap
Oh, ah, ah, oh
[Verse 2]
Smokin' on this dope
The whip on me, got to go
Shorty give me throat
Smoking up all my weed
Don't matter 'cause I got more
Money all on the floor
Reminiscin' when I was broke
Got this shit on my own
Got all my jewelry on
Took one straight to the dome
She keep callin' my phone
My money gettin' too long
**** say that they 'bout it
But it don't ever be shown
Run up on me, I pop it
Then tell your mama, you gone
[Verse 3]
Took one straight to the dome
For all my **** that's gone
Roll up blunts of the strongs
And put my pain in the song
They keep tellin' me stop it
So I don't pick up my phone
Really came from the bottom
Used to get kicked out my home
Pussy **** be hatin'
I don't see what I do wrong
Me and Knock in that black-on-black
Pull up, skrt, and we gone
Now I ride by my lonely
I'm startin' to feel that you gone
Put my heart in this music
I told Lil Knock that we on
Ain't nobody fuckin' with me
Booked these shows on my own
Shooters with me, they ready
So don't do nothing I won't
All these rappers my children
I wrote a check in my blunt
Money up the ceiling
Now I can do what I want
All this money don't faze me
It's like I'm still goin' crazy
I keep it on me, it's loaded
Don't think nobody can save me
Bitches keep tryna play me
My old bitch havin' a baby
And I think that it's crazy
'Cause I was bustin' her daily
[Verse 4]
Smokin' on this dope
The whip on me, got to go
Shorty give me throat
Smoking up all my weed
Don't matter 'cause I got more
Money all on the floor
Reminiscin' when I was broke
Got this shit on my own
Got all my jewelry on
Took one straight to the dome
She keep callin' my phone
My money gettin' too long
**** say that they 'bout it
But it don't ever be shown
Run up on me, I pop it
Then tell your mama, you gone
[Verse 5]
**** they hate for no reason
I got bands on me like wow
Keep it on me, that shit go, bow
All these hoes wanna fuck me now
I was down, they ain't holdin' me down
You a clown, don't come around
All these rappers tryna take my sound
Hold up, wait, I can't slow down
[Verse 6]
They say I'm livin' too fast
See a hater, put my foot on the gas
Tinted windows, facing blunts to the gas
Chopper on me had to give up the mask
All that broke shit I left in the past
'Member nights I was down to my last
Hit up Knock, he gon' throw me that bag
Never told me that he wanted it back
Run it up, now I'm givin' it back
Feelin' better 'cause I know where you at
I don't sleep I be up writing raps
Reminisce how we used to run laps
Gettin' packs but we never could cap
Before you left, I ain't know I could rap
Now I gotta put this shit on the map
Fuck you, ****, I ain't givin' no dap
'Cause I'm on some other shit
Never ever will I trust a bitch
I was tryna get the money up
All my real **** switched up
People tellin' me to give it up
Mama told me get your money up
Stayed down till I ran it up
[Verse 7]
Smokin' on this dope
The whip on me, got to go
Shorty give me throat
Smoking up all my weed
Don't matter 'cause I got more
Money all on the floor
Reminiscin' when I was broke
Got this shit on my own
Got all my jewelry on
Took one straight to the dome
She keep callin' my phone
My money gettin' too long
**** say that they 'bout it
But it don't ever be shown
Run up on me, I pop it
Then tell your mama, you gone
Written by: Derek Mcallister Jr., Sirod McDaniels
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