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Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Trent Seymore
Songwriter
Taiwan Seymore
Songwriter
Prod. BMTJ
Songwriter
bm TJ
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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
Writer(s): Trent Seymore
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