Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
King Von
King Von
Vocals
Chop Squad DJ
Chop Squad DJ
Programming
Dreezy
Dreezy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Darrell Jackson
Darrell Jackson
Songwriter
Dayvon Bennett
Dayvon Bennett
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chop Squad DJ
Chop Squad DJ
Producer

Lyrics

Banger Damn DJ on the beat so it's a banger (Yeah, I'm mad at you, so mad at you) (Yeah, I'm mad at you, yeah I'm mad at you) (Yeah, I'm mad at you, I'm so so mad at you) (Yeah, I'm mad at you) Von, uh Yeah, I'm mad at you (I'm mad) And I know I fucked up, well damn look how you move (you do) You in Cali with some niggas Bitch you must be stupid (you must be stupid) Tryna play me, you lose (you lose) Let a nigga play crazy, I'm shootin' (he what?) Got a whole bunch of guns that I'm usin' (boom, boom) Damn, I ain't even really tryna be stupid (uh-huh) Damn, I ain't even really tryna go do this (uh-huh) Damn, I ain't really tryna find me a new bitch (a what?) Damn, I should've beat them sizes, I'm stupid (damn, damn) I held you down you ruthless (ruthless) Don't know how you can do this (how? How?) You text him when we into it (what?) Just look at how you movin' (damn, damn) Hell nah, we was on that jail call You was textin' Hell nah, you was fuckin' (you was fuckin') Hell nah, you was touchin' Hell nah, you was gettin' (hell nah) Hell nah, you was in her (nah, nah) Hell nah, he was with her (hell nah) Hell nah, I be there like (nah, nah) I told you before (I did) If you wanna leave then you can just go (you can just go) You catch too many bodies (what?) A nigga like me ain't gon' want you no more (nah, nah) I wanted to see it, I want you to grow Blamed it on her friend, we know she a hoe Was lucky as hell, you fuckin' a G.O.A.T I learned my lesson and I'm takin' it slow (takin' it slow) Can't believe you lied to me (I can't) And I'm the nigga of yo' dreams It's gon' be hard to sleep (it's gon' be hard) And a hoe gon' be a hoe That shit don't bother me (that shit don't, nah) But you all up in my crib, now bitch you tryin' me (now you tryin') Bitch, why you lyin' to me? (Bitch why you lyin'?) Hell nah, we was on that jail call (what?) You was textin' Hell nah, you was fuckin' (damn) Hell nah, you was touchin' (damn) Hell nah, you was gettin' (nah, nah) Hell nah, you was in her (damn, yeah) Hell nah, he was with her (hell, nah) Hell nah, I be there like I told you before (I did) If you wanna leave then you can just go (you can just go) You catch too many bodies (what?) A nigga like me ain't gon' want you no more (nah, nah) I wanted to see it, I want you to grow Blamed it on her friend, we know she a hoe Was lucky as hell, you fuckin' a G.O.A.T. (hell nah, nigga) I learned my lesson, I'm takin' it slow (takin' it slow) We been in this shit for two years Niggas know what's up with me (put some respect on my name) Say I don't show you off I can't even brag on your name comfortably (you for everybody) You got these weak bitches really thinkin' they can even fuck with me But wanna shoot at it if a nigga touchin' me Why you creepin' out late with yo bih And then run tellin' me that you tryna get custody (what?) I'm like hell no, what you care about? You wanna air it out, then nigga say it all (on God) Fuckin' a bitch with no rubber then sit back Then sit back and wonder why I had to play it rough (you fucked up) You say you real but you ain't at all How you break the code when you made it law? My love don't come with a price You could put me in ice it won't stop me from skatin' off (I'm priceless) And I come from the trenches It's hard to show love but for you I was different (I was) Been through this before So go be with a hoe 'cause I know you was itchin' The realest out all of yo' niggas (still is) Yeah, you heard me but ain't never listen (shhh) Don't be tweakin' to get some attention You gon' get caught with them rappers and strippers, I'm tellin' you Hell nah, we was on that jail call You was textin' Hell nah, you was fuckin' (damn) Hell nah, you was touchin' (damn) Hell nah, you was gettin' (nah, nah) Hell nah, you was in her (damn, yeah) Hell nah, he was with her (hell, nah) Hell nah, I be there like I told you before (I did) If you wanna leave then you can just go (you can just go) You catch too many bodies (what?) A nigga like me ain't gon' want you no more (nah, nah) I wanted to see it, I want you to grow Blamed it on her friend, we know she a hoe Was lucky as hell, you fuckin' a G.O.A.T I learned my lesson, I'm takin' it slow (takin' it slow) Hell nah, we was on that jail call You was textin' Hell nah, you was fuckin' Hell nah, you was touchin' Hell nah, you was gettin' Hell nah, you was in her Hell nah, he was with her Hell nah...
Writer(s): Darrel Jackson, Dayvon Bennett Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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