Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Darrius Williams
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kash
Producer
Ashy Prophet
Producer
Lyrics
I ain't gone lie this shit been coming in everyday
I don't even know how I should spend it
I be entertaining hoes then ignore em I be tripping
As long as the plug ain't tripping on his price we keep spending
Every sneak diss on Instagram
Another day we spinning
And we hitting everybody with you
We ain't leaving witness
He ain't make it to the crib
Cause them killers got up wit em
We ain't make it to the bed
Fuck that bitch by the kitchen
I ain't the dope man every shot I take going in
And I ain't Craig I'll put a brick on yo mans
**** looking for me
I was putting racks in rubber bands
She turned her back on me
I'll never trust a bitch again
I ain't love a hoe since I was in the 8th grade
She like why you ain't text back
Bitch cause I'm straight
Every **** with me eating or they already ate
**** wasn't with me at the bottom
But they expecting a plate, is you serious
We ain't link for nothing
Bitch you sucking dick on yo period
She suck me like she love me
But she got a **** so I'm curious
Everything happen for a reason I ain't tripping
As long as the team win
I don't care if I'm Mike or Pippen
He ran off with a bow now it's a key on him
You selling hit work
Boy yo plug put his feet on em
We don't love hoes
Don't go dates we just skeet on em
Catch dog lacking in the winter put the heat on em
I then broke down quarters
Broke down halves
Broke down whole thangs **** do the math
Pros came in bitch it's looking lovely where I'm at
Fuck I look like taking that advance
I can make that in the trap
I got way bigger goals I can not look back
Every **** with me on **** that's a fun fact
You ain't put yo mans on his feet
So he don't fuck with you like that
We don't back doe shit but the hoes that be rats
Lil **** want clout
We gone put him on a blog or something
Rest in Peace DMX
Imma have to put my dog on him
That really ain't yo mans if you fall you can't fall on him
Last bitch did me foul so forever imma ball on her
You can't run through that bag boy I do that in my sleep
I'll put my brother on the phone
Just to put him on his feet
Bitch don't put me on yo page
I block hoes I'm discreet
I don't pillow talk to hoes once I fuck I make em leave
27 for this bag all nuggets like Jamal Murray
I was hitting sales in the bricks on the third story
Heard it's a drought on the way and I ain't even worried
Touchdown in Oakland
Get to balling like I'm Stephen Curry
Written by: Darrius Williams