Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Marco Parkerson
Songwriter
Lyrics
I been getting to it
I ain't notice y'all was hatin'
Champion attire
So you see just what I'm made of
She was trippin' on me, pack my bag
I'll see you later
Or I won't see you at all
Cause most of y'all ain't on my radar
Gas up the whip
Take a trip wit the clip, uh
Smash on a bitch
If she slip, then I dip, uh
I been gettin' to it
I ain't notice y'all was hatin'
Been one of the greatest, we can see
Ain't no debating, ****
Touch down in the city, I see titties
Like it's Mardi Gras
Y'all just not committed, we need
Signatures like pardon y'all
Nashville native wit zone 3
In the blood stream
Sprinkle thoroughbred
She give thorough head in Kentucky
Big handsome
I'm at the bank, like a teller
I'm not makin' it rain
So there's no need for an umbrella
Taggin my ****, Deezy
Cause Deezy like a propeller
We circle around the block
Til they stop us they gotta tell us boy
These bitches say
My simple swag terrific
I try to pay em no attention
Cause the bag is vivid
I wanna go to Turks and Caico
So my dad is livid
Then I call em and talk some shit
Before I snag his ticket
If you miss out on the future
Cause some free bands
I call tnutt, watch him cut up
But on the weekend
Baby, you can come
But you can't bring yo cheap friends
This is only one of one, so let us begin
I been getting to it
I ain't notice y'all was hatin'
Champion attire
So you see just what I'm made of
She was trippin' on me, pack my bag
I'll see you later
Or I won't see you at all
Cause most of y'all ain't on my radar
Gas up the whip, take a trip
Wit the clip, uh
Smash on a bitch
If she slip then I dip, uh
I been gettin' to it
I ain't notice y'all was hatin'
Been one of the greatest
We can see, ain't no debatin', ****
This shit feel like summer
When you walkin', switch a **** out
Tryna cop a foreign but it's boring
When you come around
She say she can't stand me
I should buy the bitch a wheelchair
So many I hate you's
But I know the love is still there
Sky wit me, we spend about $950
I'm feelin like Pac
If he was living to Die, Biggie
These **** just tryin'
To be something that I envy
But envy is not even inside
Of my mind is he, uh
Runaway load up the bus
With 20 bitches
We sipping on E & J anyway
We deny tenants
Givin' a bitch my balls to her rack
But it's not tennis
Doin fatalities
(Finish herrrr)
But I'm not finished
She want me in her mouth
Like the orth-to-the-don dentist
But I'm just tryna crash
Like the Porsche that had Rog in it
I kill it, call up the morgue
And deny witness
I keep climbin' to the top
While you dorks try to ride wit us because
I been getting to it
I ain't notice y'all was hatin'
Champion attire
So you see just what I'm made of
She was trippin' on me, pack my bag
I'll see you later
Or I won't see you at all
Cause most of y'all ain't on my radar
Gas up the whip
Take a trip wit the clip, uh
Smash on a bitch
If she slip, then I dip, uh
I been gettin' to it
I ain't notice y'all was hatin'
Been one of the greatest, we can see
Ain't no debating, ****
Written by: Marco Parkerson