Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Serious Klein
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kelvin Boakye
Songwriter
Tobias Breuer
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rascal
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Yeah
Why the fuck you always gotta make the boy flip and pull out the nine? (Yeah)
Industry be lacking, put 'em in the casket, dawg don't waste my time (Yeah)
Cooking cooking, baking baking, sip your white man soda
Go mind your blind, yeah
I be here to fuck these rappers up, young Se, the jig is up, shine
A couple dead bodies on my resume
Had some **** crave in my mail today
Slap a motherfucker down if he tryna elevate
They can never touch a **** crown, it's a real estate
I just need a break of fake religion, corny ****, bougie bitches
Dawg, that's all we know
Gotta treat her right, 'cause life is still a virgin
Please be easy, dip it slow
Damn Se, never knew that you that mad, G
How you always sounding different on these fucking Ras beats?
Guess a **** doing sports like a fucking athlete
Nobody ever coming close if you ever ask me
Don't forget a **** conscious
Price up ****, better check the cost list
Top five ****, going where the top is
Solo dolo record selling, **** top this
[Verse 2]
My life upside down, I can't breathe
Good God, please hold heart, rescue me
Leaves, leaves, leaves all over my face
Bow my head, then I say grace
[Verse 3]
Yeah, woke up to some new digits
There go that penny for your thoughts
**** new rhythm
Another day, another dollar
Bentley coupe whipping
I'm never lacking on my mama
Catching you slipping
I'm on my 91 flexing, ay
91 flexing, ay
91 flexing
Tell your mans down here no stressin'
91 flexing
91 flexing, ay
91 flexing
Tell your mans down here no stressin'
[Verse 4]
Coldest ****, father figure, Se the ripper
Them **** is overrated
Coochie valley, little bitches, hide your feelings
All I see is asses shaking
Every time I come around, I hear you talking
Asked your girl, I'm still her favorite
Load the choppa, make it rain on all you lames
And then watch your fucking self forsake you
A couple **** on blast now
A couple labels in their feelings on my ass now
Phone calls, all these hoses tryna spam
All the critics turned fans, motherfucker, who the man now?
This the biggest pimpin' you gon' learn today
Might gon' slap a fed, make him turn today
Heard you talking loud, what your word today?
Just another line off the resume
[Verse 5]
My life upside down, I can't breathe
Good God, please hold heart, rescue me
Leaves, leaves, leaves all over my face
Bow my head, then I say grace (Ya, ya, ya, ya)
[Verse 6]
Yeah, woke up to some new digits
There go that penny for your thoughts
**** new rhythm
Another day, another dollar
Bentley coupe whipping
I'm never lacking on my mama
Catching you slipping
I'm on my 91 flexing, ay
91 flexing, ay
91 flexing
Tell your mans down here no stressin'
91 flexing, woo
91 flexing, ay
91 flexing
Tell your mans down here no stressin'
Ay
Written by: Kelvin Boakye, Tobias Breuer