Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tevin Smith
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
808don
Producer
Lyrics
Ooh, shit, Don
Hm, I made allot of pape' today, I feel good now
Stop rollin' .7, boy, put that lil' 'Wood down
Hm, she used to look bold as fuck, she look good now
Hm, back in the day, it was a no, I probably would now
I bet you wanna switch places if you could, huh?
Hm, you would come and take my Drac' with the wood, huh?
Everybody say I work too much, I need a lil' fun
I had allot of rainy days, I need a lil' sun
Hm, who the fuck you 'bout to rob? You got a lil' gun
Hm, you better stop uppin' that bitch, it make you look dumb
Hm, you used to be up dogshit, now you got lil' funds
Oh, you ain't all the way finished, you just a lil' done
Hm, bitch, you need to tighten up
Cut into a bitch like is you tryna be my wife, or what?
I ain't the beggin' type, so is you 'bout to leave my life, or what?
Been through allot of pain, that's the reason we be pintin' up
And we got it all, what you need? Weed, pints, or what?
You know I'm at the trap when you all the fiends linin' up
You know we 'bout to race when you see all these Demons linin' up
And it's some shit in here, so please don't never think you tryin' us
I'm tryna get rich, tell me where I need to sign up
Playin' crazy, any place I think you vegan, fry it up
She see you callin' but can't get to the phone, she tied up
You know that sauce you thought you had, shit gone, it dried up
Hm, the shit I talk relatable, they gon' validate it
How you don't like me but you know half my songs? **** bad at hatin'
Hm, the butt you bought that bitch was cheap, her ass deflated
Hm, I can't stand a broke bitch, that shit aggravatin'
Hm, I can't wait for nobody, my gas inpatient
Stop sayin' you ain't bring no cash, they got apps to pay with
Hm, I need a couple more 'bows for my bag to play with
Hm, you ain't really got no work, your lab was vacant
Hm, I'm havin' motion and pape', you can't fuck with me
Hm, all them days I stuffed a safe catchin' up with me
I'on care what time the phone start ringin', I'm gettin' up instantly
It'll still tap a **** head like it itch, come get up wit' me
Hm, if your favorite number 3, put a 2 behind it
Hm, if you play with me, you got to die, don't care who behind you
Hm, I be outside everyday, I bet you could find me
Hm, **** watchin' my every step, they be scrutinizin'
Hm, random thought, I ain't never been scuba diving
All my shooters steppin' in the name of Christ, they gon' crucify you
It's hard to trust around this bitch, I don't know who be lyin'
The Pistons might gotta go, but don't move the Lions
Hm, I made allot of pape' today, I feel good now
Stop rollin' .7, boy, put that lil' 'Wood down
Hm, she used to look bold as fuck, she look good now
Hm, back in the day, it was a no, I probably would now
I bet you wanna switch places if you could, huh?
Hm, you would come and take my Drac' with the wood, huh?
Everybody say I work too much, I need a lil' fun
I had allot of rainy days, I need a lil' sun
Hm, who the fuck you 'bout to rob? You got a lil' gun
Hm, you better stop uppin' that bitch, it make you look dumb
Hm, you used to be up dogshit, now you got lil' funds
Oh, you ain't all the way finished, you just a lil' done
Written by: Tevin Smith