Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alexander Obrien Morris
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Alexander Obrien Morris
Mixing Engineer
Recorded at Young Goat Enterprise LLC located in Clanton Alabama
Recording Engineer
Raquaez Cora
Producer
Lyrics
I told my brother we really got a banger
I'm gone be number one like a finger
Cause I keep my people up like a hanger
Getting to the cash like im a banker
I wish my mom was here so I could thank her
But her death activated my anger
**** try to hold you down like an achor
The hate bounce off me like a tanker
I told my brother we really got a banger
I'm gone be number one like a finger
Cause I keep my people up like a hanger
Getting to the cash like im a banker
I wish my mom was here so I could thank her
But her death activated my anger
**** try to hold you down like an achor
The hate bounce off me like a tanker
Bangers man thats what i put out
I don't do this shit for no clout
Gone be number one i found another route
**** haters thats a mother fucking doubt
mad cause his bitch look like a trout
And she wanted to give me some mouth
I dont know what that shit really bout
But i know you can count me out
I'm the big general CEO
YGE time to mother fucking grow
**** be haters on the mother fucking low
Mad cause Im getting more fuckn dough
One day a team member felt down
On his face he had a frown
I told him to fix his crown
We kings and we entertained by clowns
We going up in this small town
And u know we not gone backdown
I told my **** keep yo heads up
**** hate when you mother fucking up
Im a big dog and these **** be pups
They still childish but im grown up
Hoes hit me talking bout linkup
Bitches be nasty two girls one cup
I told my brother we really got a banger
I'm gone be number one like a finger
Cause I keep my people up like a hanger
Getting to the cash like im a banker
I wish my mom was here so I could thank her
But her death activated my anger
**** try to hold you down like an achor
The hate bounce off me like a tanker
I told my brother we really got a banger
I'm gone be number one like a finger
Cause I keep my people up like a hanger
Getting to the cash like im a banker
I wish my mom was here so I could thank her
But her death activated my anger
**** try to hold you down like an achor
The hate bounce off me like a tanker
Written by: Alexander Obrien Morris

