Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
ALLBLACK
ALLBLACK
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dandre Sams
Dandre Sams
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DT-B
DT-B
Producer
David "DTB" Teel
David "DTB" Teel
Mixing Engineer
Nick Cavalieri
Nick Cavalieri
Engineer
DTB
DTB
Producer

Lyrics

Gettin' saucy
I got that dog shit on me, literally (Yes, sir)
Jeans, belt, hoodie, my cleats came from Italy (Cleat check)
I got that linebacker on me, literally
I really hate guns but I keep it for my enemies
I got that dog shit on me, literally (Yes, sir)
Jeans, belt, hoodie, my cleats came from Italy (Cleat check)
I got that linebacker on me, literally
When I bump into you, ****, keep that same energy
I got bags that I need to check, literally
I got a Earl Lacquer that'll hit stick you, literally
Put on all red and slide down your chimney
Bag a la Lebron, have your family up to visit me
My cleats stay from 6,000 miles away (Cleat check)
Up in Ruth Chris with a toothpick, I'm just not from San Jose
I'm 'bout Velvetta, Frito Lay, Do-Re-Mi-Fa-La
Yeah, okay
I'm not afraid to say I'm better than ****
You in the ocean snorkeling, I'm still wetter than ****
Steve McNair with this nine-nine, Heckler and ****
You a motherfuckin' rookie, I'm a veteran, ****
I got that dog shit on me, literally (Yes, sir)
Jeans, belt, hoodie, my cleats came from Italy (Cleat check)
I got that linebacker on me, literally
I really hate guns but I keep it for my enemies
I got that dog shit on me, literally (Yes, sir)
Jeans, belt, hoodie, my cleats came from Italy (Cleat check)
I got that linebacker on me, literally
When I bump into you, ****, keep that same energy
You want a dog or a corn ball?
You want a winner or a pretender?
Make sure you know what you signed up for
I ain't no ho, I bet whatever on a 10-4
You tell a loser with a loser, bitch, grab your coat
I'm too old to play games, this ain't Nintendo 64
I put paint where it ain't, I put traps in the safe
You gon' cry in the Lyft or you gon' cry in the Wraith
We can fuck overseas or we can fuck at the lake
You seen a **** with no jewelry on, you got to spinnin' me
You found out who I was, bitch, keep that same energy
I got that dog shit on me, literally (Yes, sir)
Jeans, belt, hoodie, my cleats came from Italy (Cleat check)
I got that linebacker on me, literally
I really hate guns but I keep it for my enemies
I got that dog shit on me, literally
Jeans, belt, hoodie, my cleats came from Italy (Cleat check)
I got that linebacker on me, literally
When I bump into you, ****, keep that same energy
Tell me what you want from me
Tell me what you want from me
I go by the name of ALLBLACK, all caps, on word
Thank you for fuckin' with me
Written by: Dandre Sams
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