Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Trent Seymore
Trent Seymore
Songwriter
Tawian Seymore
Tawian Seymore
Songwriter
Prod. BMTJ
Prod. BMTJ
Songwriter
bm TJ
bm TJ
Songwriter

Lyrics

I'm off this planet it's feeling like NASA Bitch I'ma ball like I play for the Raptors Thought shit was sweet 'cause we own our own masters Dropped out with twenty I'm scamming the FASFA You can get clapped but I'm never gon dap ya They pray that I lose so they move like a pastor Never leave house without clutching my blaster He said that he running the game but I'm faster Said that I'm fast like I'm Dash I'm incredible She off of a bean like an edible Give her a date now she wanting a pedestal She sucking me up she professional Guess who? stay in the lair Down her back so I'm pulling her hair Win a prize so I say that it's fair Change the weather he up in the air Need a bad bitch man I need one like Kiki Yo bitch be throwing some ass on my tv Told you before that I need one on peach tree I am not beefing with niggas beneath me Boy Meets World yeah a nigga been savage Still blowing up but a nigga been rapping Y'all are my sons, you get stole that's kidnapping My flows got some presence this shit is gift wrapping Niggas beefing over bad hoes I only beef about cash flow Carry you niggas my back broke You can get wired no tap phones I'll put that boy in a grave More chains than a slave More rocks than a cave I guess I'm stuck in my ways I'm off this planet it's feeling like NASA Bitch I'ma ball like I play for the Raptors Thought shit was sweet 'cause we own our own masters Dropped out with 20 I'm scamming the FASFA You can get clapped but I'm never gon dap ya They pray that I lose so they move like a pastor Never leave house without clutching my blaster He said that he running the game but I'm faster
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