Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
GhostBoy Jay$ee
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Steen Beck
Songwriter
Lyrics
Remember when y’all labeled me the underdog
Two years in, now you claiming that I fuck wit y’all
Got bitches jumping out they overalls
Always felt like Jordan cause I visioned I was born to ball
Got some bitches in my phone
And they call me daddy
And I never fucked they mamas, but I’ll take it gladly
I’m doing donuts in the rental
Motherfuck the fee
Whole mob tied to money
So it ain’t a thing
Had a nag for going places, Mama said I couldn’t
Even though she raised me right I fell in love wit jugging
In my section incognito in a black hoodie
No Trayvon
Cause I keep the gat wit me
I got my shooter wit me
Move wrong and we air it out
And we don’t give a fuck
Bout **** that ya care about
They ask me how much am I holding
Reply? A rare amount
Opposites we stare ‘em down
They know we don’t play around
And I’m straight up out the dog pound
**** know that I’m a real hound
In the studio wit Law
I spit a hundred rounds
If you talk down on my gang
We let you lay down
Rolling rolling rolling
I ain’t slept in weeks
Who that lil ****
No, that **** not wit me
I don’t dap up ****
In the club that I see
Imma real ****
Bitch I’m real to the t
40 in my hands
I ain’t shooting at his feet
Let a **** feel it
If he really want the beef
Been from the jungle
So I came out a lion
Who is he trying
****, I’m Poseidon
Bitch I’m fire
Hotter than lava
Who is he?
I am his father
Been high for three days
Blowing on that Ganga
He want smoke
Know that **** smoking flaka
Smokin on ganja
Takin' shit over
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Y’all know what the fuck going
J-A-Y money sign double E
I been going hard
Y’all gon’ notice real soon, man
Bow!
Oh my gawd!
Written by: Steen Beck