Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Spliffjit
Spliffjit
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Antonio Mcmillian
Antonio Mcmillian
Songwriter

Lyrics

[Intro]
Fuck you **** talkin' 'bout?
Uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah
[Verse 1]
I'ma put that cut on the flock and make a kill, ****
I'ma half shake and half rock, that's if you real, ****
If you ain't a hundred, fuck your money, I can't deal with you
Them **** ain't a hundred, if you fraud, then they steal with you
Kept this shit a thousand with these ****, tried to build with you
If you got my loyalty, it's that, I'm in the field with you
We ballin' every season if I ever bust a wheel with you
Stay up on the bleacher if I never bust a meal with you
SpliffJit, the way you do this shit, we just weren't ready yet
SpliffJit, the way you say this shit, they just ain't said it yet
SpliffJit, you way too hard, why you ain't get that fetti yet?
'Cause real shit, the talent that I bring, it ain't no sellin' it
I'ma always keep this shit a stack, but is you feelin' me?
I'ma always drop and spit some facts, no, they ain't real as me
Please do not compare me to these ****, ain't no bitch in me
Promise I ain't nothin' like you ****, ain't no pill in me
I can count the favors on one hand what **** did for me
Tryna help these people, fuck a friend, now what a silly me
Gave too many chances to you ****, fuck the friendly me
Stackin' up my paper on you ****, it's the win for me
Young **** focused on that paper, get them digits up
They all for them, every time I fell, nobody picked me up
Every time they see you fightin' back, they wanna hit you up
Get it back, put yourself in motion, ain't no slippin' up
I done had enough with all these bitches, stepped my pimpin' up
They say I go jungle with that ball like Scottie Pippen, huh?
I won't trust a soul, I got my Glocks and ammunition up
I ain't got no favors, but I'm puttin' my kids' tuition up
Uh, these **** cappin', they be playin' with the pain
Now I'm throwin' two thousand ones, I came from playin' in the rain
I hit the trap and get to playin' with the 'caine
I remember we were dirty, came from playin' in the drain
They throwin' salt, they throwin' sand, it's a shame
Same **** in your face that go to playin' on your name
Hope you ain't think that they were playin' with a lame
Pussy **** get the pressure and these hoes get the same
I had a choice and what I chose was the game
If I ever had a choice, it's go with cheese before the fame
Uh, a bigger picture, it came with a bigger frame
I ain't fuckin' with you ****, y'all'll get a **** framed
Uh, yeah, bigger pistol, it came with a bigger grain
With this money I been seein', we gon' need a bigger train
Uh, I broke the leash, so y'all gon' need a bigger chain
Heard they wanna be like me, well, y'all gon' need a bigger brain
Uh, I'm gettin' cheese from the trap, I can't refrain
I been switchin' up my vibe, that's some shit they can't retain
Uh, take an L, know I got a lot to gain
Through an L, lessons learned, they know solid I remain
Written by: Antonio Mcmillian
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