Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Marlo
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rudolph Johnson
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Quay Global
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Glock, say what? And you was a lil' cub in the trenches
And I was real bear, and you couldn't even come up in that jungle
****, I lived there, I’m seventy-five with them dirty birds
Man, just like being in our trap, we sleep on them curbs, yeah
Bowen Homes was a war zone, and kids wanna clutch on some guap
But they might tell someone
And I done did a four in four ways, four ways
I done got paid in four days
Breaking grams down, breaking pounds down
I'd do anything to get the cash now
At seventeen you know I was a lil beast but I’m the man now
Man I'm servin' the whole city, gettin' off pack
Ya dig what I'm sayin' now?
[Verse 2]
Dior shoes, Louis V my belt, yeah
Strap below my waist, and I ain't asking for no help
You play 'em right I’ll scrap left, I put them bodies on my belt, dawg
I put them bodies on my belt, dawg
Dior shoes, Louis V my belt, yeah
Strap below my waist, and I ain’t asking for no help
You play 'em right I’ll scrap left, I put them bodies on my belt, dawg
I put them bodies on my belt, dawg
[Verse 3]
Switching lane to lane, throwin' the perc, I'll send more game, yeah
I put that money off for a rainy day, but it ain't rained yet
And Head lost a hundred thousand but he done bounced back
And Drew just came home, got a fat bitch singin’ the same song
Yeah, something new with one gang, so who supposed to flip?
Yeah, and we still walk around with a TEC
Keep my foot on these ****'s neck
I ain't gonna give a **** no bread
These **** ain't give me no help
**** wanna run so then I left
Yeah, **** wanna run so then I left
We treat them bodies like trophies
Putting these bitches on shelves, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 4]
Dior shoes, Louis V my belt, yeah
Strap below my waist, and I ain't asking for no help
You play 'em right I’ll scrap left, I put them bodies on my belt, dawg
I put them bodies on my belt, dawg
Dior shoes, Louis V my belt, yeah
Strap below my waist, and I ain't asking for no help
You play 'em right I’ll scrap left, I put them bodies on my belt, dawg
I put them bodies on my belt, dawg
Written by: Rudolph Johnson
