Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
YehMe2
Performer
seeyousoon
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tim Johnson
Songwriter
Lawrence Young
Songwriter
Tim Johnosn Sr
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Joshua Young
Producer
Christopher Piñon
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
What’s your pick if it ain’t this
We don’t call no quits
Watch ya walk don’t trip cuz the shoe won’t fit
Line em up, drop em
Look around, options
Fill em up no comment
Done it up I got it
Don’t conversate
Don’t comprise
On dollars
Pay me straight
Or we confiscate like we cop n Robbers
Congregate on coffins bury poppins very honest
Mary’s fairy’s birdies flying up out the stockings
When we rocking
That’s on gang
Never defy
Always alive
Everything I supply
Turn into gold
That be on hold
That don reach ya soul
Foot on the gas
That be rocket
You know that I got it
Don’t get checked like audit
Flash that steel no product
Lights out I be on it
Heavy weight for the metrics
Lettin off when I feel the need
Shit ain’t all copasetic
Heard u done lost it finders keeps
Got them lessons for the lessor
Round top for a heckler
Gold scepter I can bless ya
Made a gesture shouldn’t kept it
Ole girl of urs out here lookin desperate
Okay
Find my step a major threat too bad u slept
Okay
She was actin fishy now she salty cuz she
old bay
They ain’t ridin they just hidin like the whip got stolen plates
What they spitin how they livin shit don’t even correlate
What’s your pick if it ain’t this
We don’t call no quits
Watch ya walk don’t trip cuz the shoe won’t fit
Line em up, drop em
Look around, options
Fill em up no comment
Done it up I got it
Block behind me different, you no crew you trippin
coca, de in my Kitchen.. whippin, (water) whippin
don’t you talk about me, my arm is rowdy, might destroy
Anybody lil hoe facade, got a steel toe
For yo decoy
I got it boomin like old Truman in 45, I might leave a void
In other word, no love is
Lost.. you owe me like Nasty Nas
Okay now respirate, don’t.. don’t die just levitate
Up got my
Weight on affirmations, that’s I’m the (one)
Give up the good, my mob is packed with aces
Havoc on elevation(from the root I) got it made, left mark and Bloody stain.. on God
one shot
Get caught
ain’t a person I could help up
Phone hot
What’s not
Leave a message at the tone uh
Different angles I entice
Make you wan talk to me nice
Walk in you look at me twice
Look like you need some advice
Make sure I tell it all short and precise
Easy to follow just put it in rice
Never did settle unless it was right
Pleasing me up till I call it a night
Head hanging outta the window
Speeding with a whole benz full
I know that I am a stencil
maybe you’ll land in my mental
What’s your pick if it ain’t this
We don’t call no quits
Watch ya walk don’t trip cuz the shoe won’t fit
Line em up, drop em
Look around, options
Fill em up no comment
Done it up I got it
Written by: Lawrence Young, Tim Johnosn Sr, Tim Johnson

