Music Video
Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mario Naim Polimis
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dank Lucas
Songwriter
Mario Naim Polimis
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Super Producer TA
Mixing Engineer
RamyontheBeat
Producer
Ohrossss
Producer
Lyrics
Feel like big tymers 'Cause I'm still fly
Even if the beef get squashed we gon' still slide
Let that steel fly chains on my neck like Kunta
He play with that back end finesse him two Times
Let the roof down show my fit when I cruise round
I just stuffed a vanilla wood with some key lime
My fiend sniffed an Adidas that's like three lines
I'm trappin' out of the four seasons for no reason
You ain't bring nothin' to the table then I don't need ya
I just turnt my Sprite pink now it's on Easter
Everything real big that's just how we live
I need a project bitch that can bag a brick
Play with the money I'ma throw a fit
I'ma trap forever never call it quits
Got a politic when I be slidin' I feel like Biden when I be ridin
Presidential the tint I be hiding' She be chewin' on me like some trident
I'm still ridin' big wheels I am childish
If the choice is mine then it's violence
One call to my dawgs it's a riot I tell em hurry an buy it
I put that shit on like a Stylist All that I know is supply
The money I multiply it I wake up first thing get high
Think of some shit Ima buy If a **** try me and don't die
Just know that we spinnin' to fire My choppa like clean clothes it can fold up
I'm from the city where they tell ya man hold up!
Side show might bring the slab and do some donuts
Where the fuck the drank man I'm tryna pour up
I just took two zips out the P an threw some shake in
Had a trap spot with the safe house adjacent
My shooter pull up with a hockey mask he feel like Jason
I can drink the wok straight I ain't gotta chase it
Made my first hundred dollars servin' base heads
Told a bitch either break bread or you can fake dead
Knew I was him when I was ridin' mongoose with the pegs
My plug got so much snow I left this crib in a sled
Don't pull up if you scared boy they gon' whip your head boy
I'm on a jet son whip my dog like Elroy
I can put it in da mail or on a boat and let it sail
Even if it's fresh as stale we bag it up and make the sale
It's DANK
Written by: Dank Lucas, Mario Naim Polimis


