Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Conner Christopher Bobay
Songwriter
Lyrics
Can’t compare me, I can’t hear it from your mouth
Can’t compare me, I done came up from the south
Big bank take lil bank
Teller bring it out
Over here we chase bands don’t ever chase clout
Ouu shawty lift it up
Make it known that it can bounce
Speakin' of the bounce we can both bounce now
She got cake by the pound
She like the way I sound
Start comparing me to clowns ima have to shut it down
Macarena keep them hips moving, lemme see you hustle
Pillow talking for them hoes, baby I don’t even cuddle
Keep it bouncing on them toes, I can snap right out the huddle
Real shit, slick rick, I could come and cause trouble
Look at shawty gah damn
She got a roley
If that was yo bitch, I’d assume that she stole it
I’m straight to the point, you ain’t gotta decode it
My beat floatin', surfs up like Cody
Heat totin'
Keep flowin' we can’t stall out
I could ping it quick like a call of duty call out
Livin life like this is a risk, you could fall out
Damn he got called out, tell me what it's all about
Damn, life’s a bitch ain’t it
Everytime you come and fuck it up I got to rearrange it
Click clack keep it raining
Choppa entertaining
I’m out here major paining, like I’m Damon Wayans
Can’t compare me, I can’t hear it from your mouth
Can’t compare me, I done came up from the south
Big bank take lil bank
Teller bring it out
Over here we chase bands don’t ever chase clout
Ouu shawty lift it up
Make it known that it can bounce
Speakin' of the bounce we can both bounce now
She got cake by the pound
She like the way I sound
Start comparing me to clowns ima have to shut it down
I got 6 rings on, fingers like to hula hoop
If they pussy then they pussy I can’t hang out with no goof
And you know I got it, but you can pull up for the proof
If they 12 I’m 360 cause I threw Em for a loop
I had to beef I had to shoot
It’s a lot of oops around, they always move in groups
Pick a side you gotta choose
Had to cut off one my legs just to give the hoe the boot
I’m focused mainly on the truth
And chasing bags with my few
Swear on me that nothings new
Nah, bitch it's been done
You a hoe and she a hoe so what’s that make yo grandson
I want it all bitch and some
Go sleep with that bag, wake up feelin handsome
Can’t compare me, I can’t hear it from your mouth
Can’t compare me, I done came up from the south
Big bank take lil bank
Teller bring it out
Over here we chase bands don’t ever chase clout
Ouu shawty lift it up
Make it known that it can bounce
Speakin' of the bounce we can both bounce now
She got cake by the pound
She like the way I sound
Start comparing me to clowns ima have to shut it down
Written by: Conner Christopher Bobay